White Titan Novels & Stories

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.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Her paws were heavy, her claws were as sharp as diamond blades, and her pure white eyes burned with absolute justice. The legendary White Wolf had finally arrived. Permanently. Silas panicked. He drew a heavy plasma pistol from his coat and fired three rapid shots of dark purple energy straight at her chest. Faith didn't even dodge. She simply let out a massive, deep roar that shook the entire underground facility. The sheer sound wave from her throat was so powerful it hit the plasma blasts mid-air, instantly crushing the energy balls into nothing. The shockwave continued forward, hitting Silas square in the chest. He flew backward across the room, smashing into the primary control console

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.

I felt like a bird watching the trap snap shut. Silas stepped closer, his massive frame swallowing the light, his glacial blue eyes burning with a dark, pained intensity. "Because just like me, you're an experiment created by Dr. Vane," He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of my jaw with a possessive, rough tenderness that made my skin ignite. "And to their utter shock, they stumbled onto a masterpiece no being could imagine. They resurrected a lineage that was supposed to be extinct. The Blood Healer and The White Wolf- two ancient powerful races, fused into one being. You." Silas walked away from me, his heavy boots echoing against the stone as he came to a stop a few feet away. He s

It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world. But standing before the crystalline gates was a line of figures that didn't move: didn't breathe: and didn't glow. They were the Ice Weavers: their skin as pale as the snow: their eyes as blue as the deep abyss. They held spears of absolute zero: and as we approached: the air in my lungs turned to ice. The final triage had begun: and as I looked at the crystalline cradle: I knew the White Wolf would have to burn brighter than she ever had before to save the heartbeat of the world.

, Adrian asked once he entered the room, smiling at his wife watching herself in the mirror. "Hold on, I just need to contour my face and apply lipstick and we're done", she told him while dabbing the make up sponge on her face repeatedly. "What the heck does contour your face mean?", He asked and they both laughed before he sat beside her and watched her until she finished her makeup. They were attending a South African governmental function which the Prince and his wife were cordially invited to and Adrian rsvp'd for them. They were in the limousine sippin on sparkly wine and chatting when Jada's phone rang. She took it out of her scarlet purse and answered immediately, seeing as it read '

silence. This silence will not be good for the people because a try can't make a forest so they say. We have to do something here or what we have left will be nothing at all. And this can't be the end of us. The titan stood amidst the ruined mountains, its massive, jagged frame shuddering. It looked toward the epicenter of the battle, where the white divergence—now an iridescent, shimmering web—anchored the world. It saw the human, Ethan, acting as a beacon of *persistent* existence.

While Vanguard was breaking her in, his brothers used their mushroom-headed rods to poke and prod at her white, lush skin, while Vanguard’s cock remained buried deep inside her. "Ahhh! Arghhh!" "Ah... ooh... it’s so good... she’s sucking me dry down there. Let me change positions." "Yes... please..." Snow White sobbed. Meanwhile, one of the Titans reached down to pinch her clit, while another rolled her nipples between his fingers. Snow White let out a high-pitched scream as the giant rod stretched her open. Vanguard pulled back until he was almost out, then hammered home again. THWACK!! THWACK!!

Inside, her stomach was a knot of icy tension, but she let her eyes sparkle with feigned excitement. ​"You’re always so focused on the impact, Julian," she cooed, her hand squeezing his. "But I think the 'Vatican White'—the one with the silver threading—is much more us. It’s classic. It’s untouchable. It says that no matter what is happening in the world outside, inside those walls, we are in a sanctuary of our own making."