White Death Novel Novels & Stories

Her voice was ethereal and tugged at the heartstrings as always. Winter was closest to Frank and shot him a puzzled look—why did her brother always seem to have girlfriends everywhere? "Ahem…" Frank cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing his nose. "Ms. White, I have a favor to ask." "Really?" Kim replied calmly, even giggling a little as she took a sip of her tea. "I left some bodies at White Court Hotel. Please send some cleaners over." Kim spat out tea just as Frank finished, choking just then. She had to cough for a while to catch her breath.

she shrugged not sure of what she’d suggested. Mr White immediately stopped crying, a smirk spread on his lips, he immediately stood up , walked to his home library, he picked one of his book, Selene and Pippa looked at each other with confusion. He turned with the book, he quickly flipped the pages, one by one, then he instantly stopped on one page. He lifted his face, something flickered in his eyes, satisfaction, he’d finally found a way how to get rid of Dave. “This is the book of laws..” he raised it for them to see.

After three agonizing minutes, a voice emerged from the dark. "Lady Victoria, it is finished. White died three minutes ago. His body is already cooling." Avery’s entire body tensed, then slowly, a strange calm washed over her. They had confirmed the death of White—the persona. It meant Hudson had successfully executed the final stage of his escape. A piercing, animalistic scream ripped from Victoria’s throat. "How? Are you certain it is the healer and not the Prince? Look at his face again!" The Enforcer’s voice was trembling. "It is White, my Lady. There is no mask. It is his true flesh. He succumbed to the silver-rot in his wounds."

Gray mumbled, swallowing hard to think if he met him, Things would fall terribly. "I don’t understand, Sir. Why? We have an army of ten thousand and they could never defeat us, especially after the riot.” He asked. He cannot understand how they can be defeated before an already broken country. “They have White Death among them and other five title holders.” A loud gasp of horror escaped his lips, drowning his heart in appall. “White Death… I-Is there too? W-Who?” He stuttered. His heart began to race. The title was horrifying enough to etch fright on people’s hearts but there were no survivors to tell who.

And somewhere beneath the city, the man she loved was walking into a trap she had helped build with her own silence. ​The "Blinding White Forest" was waiting, and for the first time, Vivienne knew that the only thing that would be white at the end of the day was the shroud of the dead.

Before they could even understand what was happening, all eight of them were lying on the ground drowning in their own blood. The temperature chilled. Snow began to fall again, heavily. Within a few hours, there will be no trace of the blood and gore, or the bodies. All that will be left would be clear, unadulterated, snow. And a wolf, just as white as the ground it stood on. The white wolf, the most feared wolf in the world.

Those assassins blasted out their inner power, sniper warheads flying through the air, rockets whistling, and ancient hidden weapons, as if they were gently pinched by a great invisible hand, dissolved and never to be seen again. A total of no less than 100 people, as if their bodies were under some kind of force, perished. Their flesh and blood bodies exploded on the spot, turning into a mass of blood! Alexander withdrew his right hand, ignored the bodies, and advanced toward the main entrance of the base for White Wolf. … At that moment, White Wolf was trembling and scrambling to salvage what he could. He shoved the stock certificates, financial securities, checks, and jewelry into two sui

“I’m sorry this will hurt Star, don't try to stop it. We’ve gotta shift now.” I felt my legs snap and my arms. I cried out in pain before my back made a sickening pop. I crumbled to the floor for a moment taking my time to adjust. I stood slowly looking down at myself.I was human again and very naked. It was freezing out here. I didn’t have the chance to breathe as I felt pain all over. I looked over at Cain crumpled up on the ground. I had to do this quick. I, Star Whitlock, of the Blazing Moon Paxk reject you Cain Finch. I held my chest feeling like someone was ripping it out, this pain was excruciating.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.