White Titan Novels & Stories

His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping as he stared at the glowing, white creature standing where Eloise had been. "Eloise?" his voice whispered through the mental link, filled with a mixture of awe and terror. Viper let out a low, shaky whistle. "Hell of a trick, Princess." Vane leaned forward, his nostrils flaring. Caspian stood up from his seat as if to get a better look. Silas was leaning so far over the balcony, he almost fell. His face was a mask of shock and greed. "A White Wolf... the legendary phenotype. She’s perfect!"

Rift. "No!" the White Wolf roared, throwing Elara aside and launching himself toward the Twins. The Sacrifice of the Shield Zane threw himself in the White Wolf's path. He didn't use his claws. He used his Bulk. "Go!" Zane roared, his obsidian skin cracking under the White Wolf's furious assault. "Finish the game!" The Twins reached the Rift. They leapt through the violet light, carrying the Julian-Fragment into the hospital room, into the "Real."

The Crimson Wyrm Tasting, an event that would decide the heir to the White family legacy, was set for three days later. The moment the news spread, a restless tension settled over the entire clan. This was the Whites' highest-stakes gathering. In my previous life, it was the day I was nailed to the pillar of shame, with no way to wash it clean. The Crimson Wyrm was said to be a rare variant of the Scarlet Mantle trees. There was only a single tin of it across the world. The White family guarded it like their greatest treasure.

I can’t tell how helpless I am feeling to not be able to help her in growing and learning her true strength’ she placed her hand on my shoulder. ‘Don’t stress much. She will learn and grow by herself, give her some time. I understand your pain, but White Wolves are sacred and only they know about their real powers, nobody knows exactly what they hold, they are meant to save us, and they quietly do their job till they live.’ My heart sank, and my hold around her hand tightened.

Whatever had unleashed that roar was terrifying enough to send even the Windripper Beast fleeing for its life. Moments later, a massive figure emerged slowly from the darkness below. It was a white tiger. Standing nearly seven feet tall, its massive frame dwarfed any ordinary tiger. Its powerful limbs slammed against the dark stone with thunderous force, each step threatening to splinter the staircase beneath it. Its pure white fur seemed to glow softly in the dim yellow light, radiating quiet authority. A thick, flowing mane ran along its back, enhancing its regal presence. On its forehead, a black marking shaped like a crown stood out sharply, exuding dominance. It was the white tiger—one

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

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

But Tristan knew that someday their confrontation would become inevitable. Dark eyes watched with slight sadness the blond High Vampire lounging imposingly on a throne-chair. Tristan was again wearing his scarlet and gold sleeveless vest, and underneath was a thin, snow-white shirt that covered his neck. Scarlet, gold and white. A strange combination. Black cambric trousers were tucked into high leather boots. The Supreme One held a thin parchment in his hand and looked at the scribbling across it with a lazy glance. From the outside it seemed that Lord Tantario was bored.

Zach says, and I'm shocked that they all know what she is, or could be. "Lies on your shoulder, the fate of a world unseen, careful, Alexandru, you will never win alone, he will be born when the moon is red, and the leaf are white, when everyone celeberates, unaware of the annihilation that awaits. She said these, and it's clear whoever this hybrid is will be created during a festival." I say. "When the moon is red, the leaf are white? I don't understand." Peter says, and I nod, becuase neither do I.

Astrid turns to behold Blaze's other form, Lucian the Tiger. The white tiger, with his alabaster fur adorned by black stripes and striking blue eyes, commanded awe and reverence. His towering presence, standing at a staggering shoulder height of 9 feet (274.32 cm), marked him as an apex predator of unparalleled might. In the moonlight, its ghostly white coat blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, giving him an elusive and enigmatic aura. The piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate an otherworldly intelligence, evoking an uncanny sense of foreboding. Surprisingly, Astrid found herself unafraid in the presence of this majestic creature.