White Walker Novelas e Histórias

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

He takes another gulp for emphasis. But still weary, I push on. “So, you can drink a bottle of it and not get drunk?” “Well..yeah.” He adds. “It's not a werewolf created. You can get drunk on it, but I can't. It has no wolverine in it.” “What's that?” “It's like what humans call alcohol. Ours is called wolverine. And trust me, it's really strong.” Then, I remember what he said earlier, “why can't I drink it?”

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

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.

I stay in the room for a few more minutes before the nagging in the back of my head forces me to get up and head up the stairs. I walk to the cellar and pick one of the aged whiskeys I got as a gift from the Stillwater pack. They have the best distilleries in the world and have one of the best brands both in the werewolf community and outside of it. What the humans don’t know is, their aged whiskey is strong enough to knock out even a werewolf, they found a way to manipulate wolfsbane and make it less dangerous but strong enough to make people delirious. I pour a glass and take a seat at the bar, my head feels heavy and it is starting to throb.

One such thing was Damien; he was out there somewhere, looking for me and hunting me for some unknown reason. But tonight has shown me one important thing. It has shown me that the safest place for me now is the Kingdom of the White Vampires. They are called White Vampires because of their fair skin. Damien is an evil wolf who does not give up easily, so I know he must still be hunting for me. And if the Wolves who attacked me are truly sent by him, then I am right.

I was living for revenge. I waited until midnight, when the pack village was completely asleep and the patrols were focused on the outer borders. I couldn't leave my brothers here like this. I carried them, one by one, into the deep woods behind our cabin, near the hidden clearing where our parents were buried. I didn't have a shovel. I didn't have any tools. But I didn't need them. As the last surviving White Wolf, a royal lineage of pure power, there was a hidden, monstrous strength buried deep inside me. I fell to my knees in front of my parents' old, overgrown graves and began to dig into the earth with my bare hands.

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

I cringed, not wanting to have the answer confirmed. “Someone broadcast that a white wolf was coming to Quantico.” “They were here to kill me?” “Kidnap. The white wolf brings power and success to a pack.” “Oh my God. They are so stupid.” “Esmerelda.” Now, Ghost’s voice was as grave as my father’s. “The lore of the white wolf is significant. Last night proved you are in great danger. Your father is furious that a battle has occurred so quickly. It shook him, and he couldn’t protect you.”