White Out Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 77 Ciara's POV Two weeks later…. “It's so big and beautiful. I never knew white wolves existed anymore,” someone said in the distance as I stood there observing everything. In truth the white wolf was gorgeous. It had no spots or speckles of any kind. Pure white fur was it's coat and it glowed even during the day. Was that even possible? And yet it was happening right before my eyes. If only I had a wolf that beautiful…. “Darling, Ciara wake up it's time for breakfast.”

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

"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.

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

I walked back to my dorm without even looking at Melody and I went to have a shower and I got dressed in my pajamas. I went back to my dorm and I closed the door and I laid down on my bed and I started reading a book that I had taken from the library. I then got up and I sat at my desk and started writing in a notebook about my experiences as a white wolf. I thought that everything I was going through should be documented. But I was doing it a little differently. Everything that had been written about white wolves was written by someone else. This was going to be a first hand account of what a white wolf was going through. So it was more of a journal than anything else. So people could see e

I slumped in the chair and stalked the movement of his hands with my half-mast gaze. "Destroying what should have been destroyed years ago." With those whispered words, he brought the dancing flame to the cover of the book. Flames licked around the edges, blackening the pages until they withered and became a pale white. The ashes trickled down like the beginning of snow on a blistering winter night. Snow. Such a pure element to think of under such circumstances. Snow resembled a blank slate, new beginnings. Maybe this could have been what this was if I had burned the damn book the moment it landed in my possession.

I flipped the first page quickly, checking the date. It was a report made a few weeks ago by a man named Jimmy White, a member of the well known White Family. Apparently, he gave full details and even left images of most of the people involved. Just when I flipped to the next pages, registering each face and role they played in the case in my mind, I got to a page I just couldn't flip past. A page titled… Mikaela White. She was… she looked like me. Did I mention just? No.

After searching through the shelf with his eyes he finally found what he was looking for… He scrunched down and mumbled something in Latin before making an attempt to touch the book… He took it outta the shelf and walked back to the couch… This is a spell book that belongs to the very first white witch to ever exist… It also holds some powerful spells like the Grimoire but of course there's a difference between the two books… The Grimoire not only contains good magic but black magic which the white witch spell book only contains good and extremely powerful magic.. Nicklaus had collected this book as an item after Killing the white witch and placed it somewhere in his mansion.. He trailed his

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.