White Walker Novelas e Histórias

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Anyway, the three of us stepped into a nearby tavern and immediately got welcomed by the stench of rum and the sweaty bodies of tens of men, all drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. With the drought going around the country and most of Europe, it was a surprise that these people could still be so merry. "Bartender," Nikolaus walked straight to the counter where a female bartender stood. "Get us your finest cups of... The usual." The female bartender raised her head the second those words came out of Nikolaus's mouth. The 'usual' he was talking about was nothing other than the bloody Mary, a drink served to vampires. The bartender seemed to be familiar with Nikolaus but that wasn

He then let the visitors to talk in their own pace. The vibrant and youngest of the duo, Mr. White, a black man in his early sixties, stood up firmly, addressed the family friendly and continued, " It's already known to both parents, why we are here, but not same with the wards. we are two elders from a pack, your ancestral family, Lucinda", he looks at Lucinda. " I'm quite sure that you must have known about your true self as a werewolf..." All was distracted by Alexander, who on hearing what Mr. White said, gasped, and a scoop of desert which he was gulping fell back into the bowl, from his mouth. This made him abandoned the bowl of desert on the table and joined the rest, in the sitting r

She found herself walking towards her and embracing the older woman, "I’m really sorry, but I don’t understand. Who in the world is that bastard that’s going to take Alice, and why can’t the biggest organization in the world cannot protect her?" She halted and let go of Clarisse as the realization hit her. There is one thing that hunters are wary of, and it was truly ironic. Hunters regard pureblood vampires as distinct from humans who have been turned into vampires. Turned vampires are like a cheap rip-off of purebloods that are still too powerful for humans to fight with.

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

’ With that, the mind link ended. I let out a sigh as I continued my way around these woods. Almost as soon as my conversation with Kora ended, my mind wandered back to Nex. She with a wolf white as snow. Such a wolf is very rare amongst all werewolves. Why, throughout my one hundred-plus years, I have only seen a total of two white wolves, including her. And that one other werewolf I know… would be none other than Drake.

I couldn't move a limb in my body. My dad was lying in her arms all covered in blood. His neck was cut open with crimson blood still seeping out. The pain that my mother was suffering from broke me. I couldn't bear to see her in this condition anymore and just moved to my room to cry my eyes out for her loss. I don't know why I was never that close to my father. Something always kept me on edge. I knew he was a werewolf and my mother was a human, but that never explained the fact why I was a white wolf. How could I be when my dad was only a normal werewolf? Where did I get those traits from? End of flashback