Novel & Cerita White Death Novel

He wasn't going to give up, I realized, so I went and greeted him at the door as if I didn't even recognize him. He said, "Yes, may I assist you?In reaction to her assertion, I informed her, "Stop the bullshit, Selena; I know it's you." My name is Aida White, I'm sure you've got me mixed up. It's Selena Wolf, not Selena, I repeat. As Aida White, you returned after passing away on the operation table. He questioned, "How did you know? ". I am your father; even if you are in a new body, I will always be able to identify you. I asked as tears continued to stream down my face, "I saw my tomb, how am I going to go and say hey everyone I am not dead I'm alive. " "Selena, your voice is the same, yo

White’s head. He stared blankly at the white figure in front of him, not even screaming in pain. He just slowly raised his hand and touched his head. His palm was wet. Blood. Everyone froze—including the woman in his arms. What just happened? Had she lost her mind? Did she really dare to touch Mr. White, one of the most famous figures in Phoenixfell City? Was she tired of living?

Each vision was accompanied by a wave of emotional intensity as if the memories were trying to communicate something important. In one particularly haunting vision, Lyra saw a young woman standing on the edge of a cliff, her silhouette framed against the twilight sky. The woman looked exactly like Lyra, with the same features and expression. The wind whipped around her, and she was whispering Elias’s name, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing.

I trembled. After I returned to the past, all of the details I had previously neglected screamed for my attention. I was absolutely certain at this point that Joy was behind my parents’ deaths. I did not manage to return to the point before my parents’ deaths and save them. But I could find proof of Joy killing them and bring her to justice so that my parents could rest in peace. At that moment, my phone rang. It was a call from Joy. “Alania, where did you go? I can’t find you in your ward.”

“Since the first day she stepped in, you knew who she was, I was expecting you to come since then.” “She isn't the first white wolf to ever enter the territory.” “She is the first unusual one, though. You just chose to ignore it.” She stared into the calabash in front of her in which some leaves were scattered and chuckled. “You know what I meant by ‘you knew who she was’ is far beyond her identity right. I mean you knew who she was to you. Your mate.” His palms folded into a fist “My mate is dead. A white wolf can't possibly be my replacement.”

The taste of copper filled my mouth. He thrashed, starching at my stomach. I bit harder, feeling the wolf’s windpipe crush. He went still. I let go and backed away, spitting the blood out. I looked at the body and the realization hit me. I had killed him. I actually murdered someone. I felt... sick. I turned my head. The White Wolf was standing over the other one. It was dead too. He looked at me. His eyes seeming to say something. He had a scratch on his nose, oozing red.

Let them rot. "Dream on," I said coldly. I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned and walked away, heading straight for the pack's forbidden grounds—the Core Magic Circle. I was leaving this hellhole, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. In the center of the shimmering magic circle lay a small, white piece of bone. It was my mother's finger bone. She was the previous White Wolf, and she died protecting this pack. She left me nothing but this bone, which acted as a battery powering the defensive barrier of the territory.

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

A woman asked softly in the dark. Janice choked with sobs. “Sob, sob…” The woman’s gentle voice sounded cold. “Are you terrified now? Why weren’t you terrified when you killed someone? “Do you know what Mrs. White will become after you killed her? You’ll find out if you look up and see.” Janice looked up unexpectedly. She instantly saw an ungroomed white-clothed female ghost, whose eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and whose face was green. Janice shrieked right away, “Ah —

“The bodies were identified as Victor Menosa, Isolde Harlow and Wilder Harlow.” “No.” I say, shaking my head. “No.” Beside me I hear Grandpa start crying, a sound I've never heard before. It doesn't even register with me. Wyatt lays a hand on my shoulder but I jerk away. When I look at him, he's pale and tears are running down his cheeks. “No. He's not-” I say, glaring at the police officer. “Wilder can't be gone. He's not-” I can't even say the word. This is a mistake. it has to be. This man is confused or something.