White Titan Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

had never seen anything like it. From Rea's back, two enormous, snow-white wings had unfurled—in full, breathtaking splendor. As if they had always been there, but the world had only now been allowed to see them. The feathers were soft, but radiated such purity that Kael's throat went dry. The wings weren't just white—their tips shimmered with silver, scattering a faint dust like stardust, glowing with a strange, almost magical gleam. Kael stared for a long time.

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

Alien but welcome. He turned, then walked the perimeter of the border, about a few metres from where he had originally stood. It wasn't far from where he had first met Aella and imprinted on her. The place held so much sentimental value to him now. He'd imprinted on one of the greatest and rarest breeds of wolves, a White Wolf, and he had never felt this lucky. Among a grove of trees, a tombstone stood, white, and eerily regal. Vines and thistles were already creeping up the tombstone. Logan walked forward and crouched before the tombstone, then pushed aside the vines on it.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

In his place sat a wolf the size of a mountain lion. The creature was pure white. Not a single dark hair. Its eyes were a flat, unblinking violet. "Leo?" My voice was a sob. The wolf looked at me. It didn't growl. It let out a high-pitched, digital trill. It stepped toward me, its paws leaving glowing violet imprints in the dirt. "The neutralizer didn't kill the gene," Dante said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It isolated it. It made him the pure strain. The version 2.0."

"The patriarch has arrived. Welcome the white vanguard." Before Kaden could lunge through the doorway, the windows of the cabin shattered inward in a spray of silver glass. Four figures dropped from the roof, their bodies covered in white, specialized combat suits that seemed to absorb the gray light of the fog. They didn't carry rifles; instead, they held long, pneumatic silver lances that hissed with a constant stream of pressurized white vapor.