White Death Novel Novels & Stories

The sky above the City of Forgotten Authors split open. Black pages began falling like snow. Wherever they touched the ground... roads disappeared. Buildings crumbled into blank paper. Entire streets were erased from existence. The dark Adrian extended one hand. "Come." "You've spent your whole life searching for the truth." "So have I." "It's time..." "...for us to become one again." The White Book suddenly turned to its final page. For the first time... there were no words. Only a single question. WHICH ADRIAN IS THE REAL AUTHOR?

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

"A year ago, I came to this city to oversee a new project. Some people in my family didn't want me to take over, so they made sure things got complicated. I wasn't careful enough and got hurt." He looked at me again. "I found that black suit near a clothing donation bin while hiding out in an alley. It looked clean, plain, nothing that would draw attention. It helped me stay under the radar for a while. I never imagined…" He paused, lowering his voice. Regret flickered there. "I never imagined that wearing it would make you mistake me for Vincent." I couldn't help the bitter twist in my chest. So, Vincent had thrown away the suit I made for him like it meant nothing.

It was quiet, only a few students scattered in corners with their thick tomes. I hurried to the supernatural history section, my fingers trailing along the shelves until they landed on a title that made my heart stop. “The White Pack: Legacy of Healers.” With trembling hands, I pulled it free and hurried to an empty table in the corner. My breath caught as I flipped through the pages. The opening lines read:

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

I quickly place my backpack down and unzips the top, taking out a book with a girl dressed in a long white gown and a white rose tainted with blood in the front cover to pass time faster, the title reads 'White Rose' by Grace Angel. I open the page where I had left off, and forget the world exists as I read away. I'm at the part where Chase is visiting Jennie's grave, and he is still so hurt over her death that he yells. Screaming at the grave, he tells Jennie he hates her for leaving him. Unable to comprehend why she had died. Just when I'm ready to turn the page, my book is snatched away by Amber, making me look at her, confused.

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

In fact, they saw it as defiance. “There may be no way to prove what version of events is true here, gentlemen, and I won’t waste our time trying to do so, but you know, factually, that what was witnessed at the execution was no enchantment. After all, wasn’t it rumored that it was another transformation that landed Miss Whitehouse in my possession in the first place? She surely couldn't have killed three warriors and a gamma otherwise. Did I enchant her before I met her?” Darius interjects with a charismatic smile. That weasel. He’s willing to paint Amalea as a hybrid to save his own skin. “About that, Alpha Black, we have it from a reliable source within your pack that you were aware that

a young girl from the white clan asked in terror. “We must wait three centuries! Three hundred years until the one from our race is born—our only hope to defeat that creature!” the old man said, his voice trembling. But he failed to notice Zumir was already behind him. By the time he realized it, a dagger had been thrust into his chest. The young girl didn’t escape either. Zumir’s razor-sharp claws tore apart her innards. Zumir thought he had wiped out the white vampire race, but suddenly, his knees gave out as he felt a strange chemical slowly killing him from within. A poisoned sword had been driven through his chest and stomach, casting his vision into darkness from which he never awoke.