White Death Novel Novels & Stories

Werewolves were notorious for keeping records and I was glad that they had these books on white wolves. So I sat on the couch and I started reading through them. There were a few books that were written in order so I started with the first one, obviously, and it was the first documented white wolf. Back in the 1500’s. It had the woman’s name, what pack she was from, everything. Absolutely everything was known about her. But at the beginning it said that her story was written after she died, and it was written by her son, because if anyone knew that she was a white wolf while she was alive then she would have been killed for the powers that she possessed. She would have been considered a witc

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

"There are stories. Most of them sound impossible. Entire settlements erased. Entire bloodlines gone. Villages burned by white fire." Several elders exchanged uneasy glances. "What is white fire?" Sienna asked. The elder turned toward her. "No one knows. That's what made it terrifying. Wolves survive ordinary fire. We heal. We regenerate. But white fire consumed everything." His voice lowered. "My grandfather said survivors described it as moonlight burning. Wolves turned to ash before they could shift. Entire territories vanished overnight. No bodies remained." The silence that followed was absolute. Then Everett finally spoke. "I've never heard any of this."

I couldn't move a limb in my body. My dad was lying in her arms all covered in blood. His neck was cut open with crimson blood still seeping out. The pain that my mother was suffering from broke me. I couldn't bear to see her in this condition anymore and just moved to my room to cry my eyes out for her loss. I don't know why I was never that close to my father. Something always kept me on edge. I knew he was a werewolf and my mother was a human, but that never explained the fact why I was a white wolf. How could I be when my dad was only a normal werewolf? Where did I get those traits from? End of flashback

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”

Until it was over, there was a possibility of winning. That was until last night's ordeal happened. The White Claw Pack was invadered by intruders. They left a trail of bodies from the pack borders to the pack house. None of those warriors were a match and they all died. Felix was unfortunately taking a run in the woods. He had no idea that the pack was in danger because the intruders masked their scents. That was the advantage they had on their side.

And the questions are just…. “We checked Mr. Cameron Vandriel’s bank account and found suspicious transactions sent from your account for the past few months.” …unexpected… I frown. My fist clenches. My palm sweats. Where are they getting at? This doesn’t feel right. The direction of this conversation doesn’t feel right at all. “What is the most puzzling to us is Mr. Vandriel’s life insurance policy names you, Miss Sienna White, as the beneficiary….” Eyes open wide, Cameron does what? What life insurance? What! What is this? Suddenly, I feel nauseated. I know full well where is the tide of conversation is leading me.

“Oh really? Go on.” He cleared his throat. “I was finishing my midnight patrol, just before dawn, and you wouldn’t believe what I saw on the South ridge, right near the forest line.” “I might believe it if you told me.” He nodded slowly. “It was a large white wolf.” My brows shot up. “A rogue? I mean, I believe that.” He shook his head. “No sir. There was no scent trail, no body, no blood. Just that it was there one minute, and it was gone the next. Kind of like a ghost.”

I make certain I sit there next to him, so if he wakes up, he knows I love him and would not leave him. It is late afternoon, and it is time to head to King William Castle, I wait until the sun was just going down. I grab the Archers and soldiers and have a soldier carry our gear. I have us all dressed in black with black masks. I teleport all of us to right outside the Vampire King's castle. I get them positioned in the trees facing the king's balcony. Then we wait. We were there an hour or two, and then a figure in a dark robe came out, I had the Archers ready to shoot and as soon as the person turned around, I Mind-Linked FIRE! The arrows hit their mark, but my mouth dropped open, and I c

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."