White Titan Novels & Stories

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

Following that, Whitney revealed the contract that she had on her… ‘I, Zivon Burton, agree to divorce Xavia Frankston and wed Whitney Baun within two weeks in exchange for the Tansyoko antidote. I have to return at eight-thirty every night during that two-week wait, and if I break my promise, then Whitney will have the right to withdraw the antidote or ask for Xavia’s life as compensation. Signed…’

Whitey has now become Old Whitey. “How many years has it been?” “Have you met the person yet?” Old Whitey prostrated and looked up at the statue of Rinwell while crying gently, “Meow!”

His heavy mech even took a hesitant step forward, but all he received was suffocating static. Just as everyone assumed the two Vanguard mechs had perished alongside the monster— BOOM—!!! An agonizingly brilliant, pure white light erupted from inside the Titan's impenetrable dark chest plate. The light sliced like a blade through its purple, corrupted blood and hardened carapace. In an earth-shattering explosion of gore, a pure white meteor—like a descending god—violently smashed its way out of the beast's chest!

‘What an unusual colour you are,’ I state. ‘I hear your mate is much the same…’ he stares as we start running through my land back to the pack house. I think of Khai and Lilith and note that he’s far whiter than Khai. Obsidian being a dark grey Wolf with browns smattered throughout his fur. But Lilith is pure white, with that purple glow that’s highly unusual and never heard of. In fact, thinking of it now her eyes are just the same. Glowing purple as Theseus’s do.

Status: Cleared. A white-tier token. White tokens are standard issue. They aren't stamped with high-pack crests like Jakob's Blue Moon badge, nor are they linked to diamond bloodlines like Uriel or Regis. White tokens belong to the unranked students. The quiet ones. The ones who sit near the back of the lecture halls and keep their heads down. Or the ones who pretend to be fragile, helpless flowers sitting quietly beside the Harvest Moon heir. Willow. A cold sensation spreads through my chest, starting in my lungs and bleeding outward into my fingertips.

I looked away, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt. "Look at me, Crystal." I obeyed, hesitant. "What relaxes you?" he repeated. "Being here. Traveling to a country I've never seen before," I answered, trying to sound composed. "And what would relax you even more?" The calculating intensity in his gaze unsettled me. My heartbeat quickened. "Wine," I said lightly, attempting to ease the tension. "Liar. But good choice." A moment later, the flight attendant returned with two glasses and a bottle of white wine—the most expensive on board. Axel uncorked it himself, poured a small amount, and handed me the glass.

“I, Talia—what’s your last name?” “I, Talia Wyatt,” I said. “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” After his last name left my mouth, I felt a connection within me snap into place and a tethering to Blake. Once the feeling passed, we separated our hands.

AZEL WHITMORE POV "Tavian, your elite brain completely ruined the entire family's board tonight!" Malachi Whitmore barks, his large office desk vibrating as his fist slams into the wood. His dark eyes glint with fierce, predatory anger as he stares at the dual floating communication screens inside the Whitmore Moonkeep. "My office paid those internet mercenary packs to tear Azel's name down, not to turn him into the ultimate musical prodigy of the western valleys! Why did your mouth tell the trolls to demand a guitar track when Nyra was literally standing on a street corner holding that exact same tool?"