White Death Novel Novels & Stories

Rylan's POV When I finally woke, it was already noon. My first thought was to strangle Cassia. I was Shadow Pack's Alpha-sharp, calculating. No one had ever managed to outsmart me. No one had ever gotten the upper hand on me. And yet somehow, I'd been played by Cassia. An omega. Fury burned through me. I scanned the room, but she was gone. Even her luggage had disappeared. A strange unease gripped me-then pain slammed into my chest as if something had been ripped straight from my heart.

“Council killed all anointed during White War. Because anointed cannot be collared. Council needs collared Whites to make strong pups for Alphas. Uncollared White is useless to them, so they kill.” Behind us, the howls got much closer. So close now I could hear paws in snow, many paws, running fast. The tall woman’s head snapped up. Her eyes went completely white, like mine. “Men,” she said, switching back to old tongue to the other women. “Northern patrol. They smelled new blood.”

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

I was expecting my fragile body to crash onto something hard, or to pierce onto a cold sharp metal, but none of it came. Instead, I felt warm, ironclad arms wrapped around my body. "You are not allowed to die, Katherine," he whispered coldly. I slowly stared. A pair of fiery eyes greeted me. It was blazing in both light and darkness. A combination I never thought would be possible. "You're not allowed to die until I say so..."

“Tell me who isn’t, Lightning. Tell me, or she dies.” “You wouldn’t dare! How could you--” The sharp ping of the revolver going off brought shrieks from the women in the cells. Lightning bucked in her seat. White didn’t even flinch as blood squirted across her face. Dropping Hurricane’s dead weight to the floor, she didn’t bother to wipe the drops of red dripping from her cheeks. Instead, White took two strides closer to Lightning, the smell of fresh urine letting her know her demonstration had had an effect. The odor wasn’t just coming from the corpse. “I want names. Now.”

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

"Now start yapping or else I'm having barbequed Wolf for dinner." "Alright! Alright! I'll talk! They're up in a cave at the top of these mountains. The entrance is hidden, too high for normal hikers to find, and the caves run deep enough for us to hide in!" White blabbered out, his eyes fixated on the flame. He continued spilling his guts to Sidney to the point that he was confessing to crimes ranging from killing humans during the pack hunts on the full moon to being the second gunman on the grassy knoll. "Is that everything?" Sidney asked with a snarl, jerking the lighter towards White's face.

The first real shift doesn’t arrive with a grand revelation. It comes quietly, with a death. Three days after the questions started, Professor Theodore Whitmore Raven Hollow’s unofficial historian, the one who remembered things no one else bothered to, was found dead in his study. Word slips through town before the sun even thinks of rising. By breakfast, every café table and corner shop hums with the kind of talk that never quite says what it means.

--Alyssa-- I was deeply engrossed in the book I had found. It was believed that the white wolves were the first of their kind to come into existence, blessed with extraordinary powers. They had the ability to heal, control the earth and everything within it, and even communicate directly with the moon goddess. These gifts made them revered but also envied, and eventually, the other wolves' jealousy led to a devastating purge aimed at eliminating the white wolves entirely.

Maybe a little bit sympathy for the way her life ended as a person known only for wicked things. “Here” Sebastian handed me a cup of hot chocolate, his eyes fixed on me with a worried look in them. “Thank you” I whispered to him as I wrapped my hands around the cup. “Are you sad she is dead?” I considered his question for a short while, before I shook my head. “I am not sad, but she is a wolf regardless, one of our kind. It doesn't justify her actions but still, it feels too…sudden. I wanted her to pay for her crimes”