White Kamen Rider Novels & Stories

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.

“Look.” With not a trace of the cut left on her finger, Tessa’s eyes met his, and she realized then what he was. She always assumed they were a fairytale parents told their children. “You’re a White Lighter, aren’t you?” Rafik shook her words away as he rubbed his thumb over her finger. As much as his touch calmed Tessa, hers burned him inside. Every part of him he ignored while she was missing was suddenly alive. “Not in this world. Here, I am just a Healer, but one day when we are free of all this, I will shine.”

I've been fighting them for years and even I struggle still. Let's also not forget White. If you thought Karver was crazy, you haven't met White. He huge. Built like a brick shithouse. Mean, deceitful, vengeful. He'd torture you just because he's bored. He presence commands respect and demands fear. The guy is a thing of nightmares. I don't know why we ever thought he was a Gamma. I'm broken from my thoughts when we are forced to stop. River shifts and peers over the edge of cliff. He turns waving us back with a finger to his lips.

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“We’ll wait for Hikari.” Amidst the creatures of hell going berserk and the warriors and soldiers trying to fight them off, my eyes fell on a white figure.

As his eyes began to adjust, Ignorance is gone and in her place came a familiar firetruck red hair. He appears much different than what the two initially expected. His power is so mysterious that it makes their even more experienced abilities pale in comparison. He has a face of a saint like a literal angel just ascended from heaven. To say this was a shock was an understatement. Cai Kang and Kurai were frozen, unsure how to react. How could they not have realized it before. The D-class class president is the White Dragon. Kazuha was the first to approach him. Then two more people also came out behind him. Cai Kang recognized Chiemi and Shiori. Upon seeing Kurai, the girls look hostile, leav

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

I ignored his questions and continued. "According to him, he's starting with Ember Moon before he goes on to other packs of this region. And that's why I've called each of you here because this war doesn't belong to Ember Moon alone. If they win here, what are the odds that they won't win against any of you?” “This story of yours is hard to believe," the hairy alpha spoke. I turned to him, wearing an ‘I’m-not-familiar’ look on my face. "I'm sorry, we're supposed to have introduced ourselves," I said without a smile. “I'm Aries, otherwise known as the White Wolf. And you are?”