Novel & Cerita White Titan

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

The man in the white suit didn't belong in the dirt. He stood on the threshold of the obsidian door as if he were waiting for a limousine in the middle of a war zone. His suit was a blinding, clinical white—not the white of the starlight or the white of the Sculptor’s marble, but the artificial, bleached white of a boardroom. He held a tablet of translucent glass in one hand and a stylus in the other, tapping it against his chin as he surveyed the five billion souls treading water in the wreckage of their lives.

he commanded. His heart pounded furiously. Queen Kirana’s hands trembled. She wanted to cry, to disappear, and escape the looming crisis. In her mind, if this were just a dream, she wanted to wake up now. From a distant part of the kingdom, Twari grinned as he watched the chaos engulfing the white vampires’ kingdom. He had killed Enrita after learning from Owwa that the whites had gathered the ingredients to create the memory-erasing medicine for Prince Zumir. Upon hearing this, he immediately went to the healer’s home with Owwa’s help. He slit her throat and stabbed her multiple times. After the killing, he ransacked her home for potions he could use to infiltrate the whites’ kingdom. He fo

I said, and the woman began to weep. " Stupid, Stupid girl. How could you let yourself get ensnared like that?" She said, crying. ' What is the matter, Luna Tamar?" I asked her, addressing her in her official capacity. " That was how he got her," she said " Willows Wolfsbane cannot be expelled. It will kill the wolf. To kill a spirit wolf, a small dose would be introduced to weaken his or her defences. They would have to voluntarily take it in themselves. It is a way of telling the system that it is okay and should be allowed. If tried to force in, it won't be absorbed. Then an over-concentrated dose will later be administered. It would eventually kill the spirit wolf, but it would do it gra

Maybe he returned, or… I didn't have any ideas as to why he hadn't been available for the meeting, so instead, I stopped a maid, who was carrying a tray, with freshly baked cranberry scones. “Have you perhaps seen Alpha Titan?” I asked, and it took her giving me a dumb look, before I realized she probably didn't know him. “No, Alpha Will. I'm afraid I do not know Alpha Titan.” She replied, apologetically. “Uh… he's not a familiar face. He's got dark hair, silver eyes, an oval face. He's tall…” I listed out, and her face twisted slowly into recognition. “And dressed in white? He… he has really good looks?” She asked, and I nodded. That was definitely Titan. No one could deny Titan's good look

After three agonizing minutes, a voice emerged from the dark. "Lady Victoria, it is finished. White died three minutes ago. His body is already cooling." Avery’s entire body tensed, then slowly, a strange calm washed over her. They had confirmed the death of White—the persona. It meant Hudson had successfully executed the final stage of his escape. A piercing, animalistic scream ripped from Victoria’s throat. "How? Are you certain it is the healer and not the Prince? Look at his face again!" The Enforcer’s voice was trembling. "It is White, my Lady. There is no mask. It is his true flesh. He succumbed to the silver-rot in his wounds."

He held a glass of black coffee, his eyes fixed on Liora as she commanded the dressmakers with full authority. “Sir,” Leo Vance appeared beside him. “We’ve uncovered something about Silas White.” He just took out a large loan from an underground bank to fund the launch of the Victoria brand. “If the launch fails, he’ll be financially ruined overnight.” “Good,” Mavric replied coldly.” “Make sure every major media outlet in London attends the Gala.” “I want everyone to witness the downfall of the White family.” “And about ‘Ghost-00’, sir?” Leo asked hesitantly.

“I'm not here for you to be my opponent, yet. It still not the time for us to fight. I'm here to test White Raven's skills if she's can really be called Twin of Crimson Blade. Did you hear me?” As soon as he said that, White Raven stand up from the pile of trash like nothing really did happen while still holding that sword of her with a silver blade, a twin weapon of Black Spring, made by a skillful blacksmith. This weapon never leaves her hand. White Raven was called as the twin of Crimson Blade as their strength and skills are somewhat similar, especially their demeanor. Both are merciless, can't feel pain, a slayer, a special high-ranker, both have no emotion, a loyal dog, a perfect tool

—lighting up like a dying city. Only the Firstborn remained standing. He turned toward the dust-choked doorway, his arms open as if welcoming an old friend. A man stepped through the debris. He was ancient, but not frail. He wore a suit of charcoal silk that seemed to absorb the flickering candlelight of the villa. His eyes were not obsidian, nor hazel. They were a flat, matte gray—the color of a dead sea. This was Silas Vane. The Primordial.