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.

He couldn't lose now! Gritting his teeth, Zivon growled, “Give me… The fucking antidote and open the door…!” Though his voice was much icier than before, Whitney refused to obey. After all, she knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, and besides, she had already spent a good amount of cash just to purchase the incense and drugs! If the seller was to be believed, then the entire concoction was easily able to make ten tigers pass out! She just needed to get pregnant tonight and her life would be set…! With that in mind, she mustered up her courage before walking up to him and adding, “…Honey, you’re really drunk… Come, let me bring you upstairs to get some rest…”

I sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” The tiger walked to the tree line and found the tree with the shorts in it. I asked Singarti, “Are you sure about this?” She replied, “I am positive. You’ll see.” I continued picking blackberries and asked one of the angel guards, “Can you tell if that white tiger had dark magic?” He replied, “When he comes back, I will check and let you know.” The most beautiful specimen of a man started walking toward me. Tall, close to seven feet tall, a chest so wide Singarti could curl up and use it for a bed. He had platinum blond hair that was past his shoulders and the icy blue eyes

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!”

Stefano's memory, "What can you do for me if I seal my sister?" Titania asked as she watered her healing plants in front of her hut. Stefano stood behind her, looking at the river. Even after she had gained all the knowledge she needed, Titania remained in the path of light. She used her magic to heal and help those who needed her. Often, people exploited her kindness, but never once she showed disappointment over their actions. Titania accepted that she couldn't lead everyone to the path of light and only did her best to those who chose the light rather than the darkness. Those who followed her in the path of light were blessed with magic that served the light. It was said that a white witc

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!

His eyes find mine in the rising white glare. “The Market Correction has started. Not on the wing this time. On you, on me, on the house, on the child, on all of it at once. He is closing the account in full.” The door gives at last. The final sheet of titanium sloughs off the frame in a slow wave of glowing slag, and through the gap it leaves steps the White-Glow Sovereign, and the office floods entirely with its light. It is shaped like a tall man and it moves like nothing human and like nothing the grey ones were either, no hitches, no recovery gaps, but also none of the syrup-slow readability I get from human motion when I drop into silvered time.

Their muffled screams and pleas for mercy created a pathetic, desperate chorus that echoed off the vaulted ceilings. On an elevated throne of white marble sat, Vhalir. He was a man of unsettling beauty, his skin as white as bleached bone and his wavy, golden hair falling over his shoulders like spun silk. A delicate, masterfully crafted silicon mask covered exactly half of his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He lounged on the throne, his pure white robes with gold accents flowing around him like a shroud. Between his long, elegant fingers, he twirled a small glass ball. He tilted his head, his eyes half closed, as if he were listening to a symphony only he could hear.

‘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.