White Titan Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

Chapter: 107 ******* TALON: The dim light of the room cast a spotlight on me, highlighting every pulse of desire that coursed through my body as I reclined on the sofa, my thighs spread wide in silent invitation. Above me, Vale loomed—a figure of tantalizing temptation. His striking white and blue eyes pierced through me, filled with a predatory hunger that sent exhilarating shivers racing down my spine. The warmth radiating from him felt like an electric current, drawing me closer and igniting a fierce fire deep within.

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

Especially when, in the end, Raymond looked up at him, sharing an expression that made Ravi feel like his heart was being squeezed by invisible hands. As the grip tightened, Ravi was startled when a faint, white light appeared, resembling tendrils creeping from Raymond's right wrist, forming a beautiful, glowing inscription on his tan skin. Ravi glanced at Raymond and saw that he was just as surprised as he was, seemingly discovering it for the first time. Through that dim light, Ravi read the words, 'Pureza na Luz.' "What is this?"

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

It was short in the front with a longer piece in the back and the sleeves were long with a v-shaped cuff that hung about twelve inches. The fabric was silk adorned with crystals along the neckline and waistband. The pure white made Ari’s face glimmer as the multitude of crystals reflected tiny dancing light beams onto her. She looked stunning, perfect for a Human sacrifice. I gave her a finger gun, but didn’t compliment her as I wasn’t trying to piss Haven off again. Next stop was the Hybrids. This was my least favorite part. They expected us, but I still knew this would be a tight tension filled situation.

He did this with help from one of Elektris’s prisoners known as Vulkan — a crafty old god who helped to permanently chain the Titan Prometheus in the Darkforce. Prometheus would then go on to beg for his freedom and Elektris had then granted him an offer by ordering him to seek out the last of the Heralds in return for his freedom. Once again, the Titan failed when he colluded with Viper’s team on Earth and his imminent death would soon follow at the hands of one Diana Roberts. Spartan and Crimson found themselves facing against the last of the other two gods — Moros and Whiro. Whiro, like the other gods of the Legion of Death, was not short of bizarre looking. He had purple skin and short d

Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

It consumed. ​At the Citadel, Kaelen felt the bond snap. ​He let out a howl of such pure, unbridled agony that the stone walls of the palace cracked. He shifted into the Great Wolf, his fur turning a stark, snowy white to match his mate’s sacrifice. ​The Black Winter had ended. The White War had begun.