A World Without White People Novels & Stories

The color drained from his face. “And you don’t want to mess with Sky’s man,” I said, my voice rising now, firm and mocking. “He’s not the type you want to ‘destroy’ anything that belongs to. And neither is Thompson.” I took one final step forward, until we were nose to nose, and whispered, “Essence, Sky, and I? We’re more than just women. We’re forces. We will end you if you try us.” My voice turned into a razor. “But even if we’re not enough....our men will handle you. All it’ll take is a word, and everything you’ve ever built will go up in flames. That company you think gives you power? You’ll watch it turn to dust.”

The smiling people suddenly stopped moving. Every face became expressionless. Every laugh fell silent. Their eyes turned completely black. "They feel no pain." "They feel no joy." "They make no choices." "They simply... exist." A chill ran through me. The Heart did not want to destroy life. It wanted to erase suffering by erasing freedom itself. Arkan looked at Wesley and me. "This is the final question." "Is a perfect world without free will..." "...better than an imperfect world where people choose their own path?" Before either of us could answer, the city vanished.

” (ꐦ ◠‿◠) Blackie realized that his host had misunderstood, so he hurried to explain, “Now, hear me out! It’s not like that! It was for our ow–no, your own good!” “Oh? Taking away our ability to have a normal relationship is for our own good?” For a moment, Noah felt so angry he smiled. Seeing his host’s rarely seen chill-inducing smile, Blackie’s entire chip tingled with dread, “Think about it! Think about your high specs! Worldborn are balance-breaking existences! Beautiful beyond compare! Both smart and athletic! Gifted in everything they try! And a great personality to boot! Fuck, you are practically the definition of a dream lover! If we just left it like that, wouldn’t the whole world

But the man shook his head, let go of his arms while thanking him. “That's why you built this organization? To destroy the dragon clan? And unite all the diverse supernatural beings?” The man nodded weakly. “But only a handful of people are responsible for these crimes. You can't classify something as good and bad. Everything in this world is grey." The man was confused by her words, and she continued. "What you think is right, it might not be right in other people's opinions. That's what I mean by this world is not filled with black and white, but grey."

“This is no longer our world.” The First Mother nodded. “It belongs to them now.” The First Creator looked toward Aria. “And what will you call it?” Aria looked around. A world without kings. Without forced bloodlines. Without ancient rulers deciding everyone's future. She looked at Kael. Then at the child. “The Free World.” The First Creator smiled. “Then let it begin.” The light around him grew brighter. His form slowly disappeared. The First Queen watched him vanish. “Will he return?” The First Mother shook her head.

While the king was in the pits of all its glory in controlling the world, unfortunately a group of stupid, patriotic people intruded and wanted to steal the glory from them. The White Wolf Clan. A group of enforcers around the world that was formed to maintain peace and order of the world. When the United Nations was formed the White Wolf's Clan also merged. They were the peace and order body of the United Nations. They fought and interfered with heinous crimes, maintained peace and order and the human rights of people. And the other Wolf's disgusted them so much because they were playing the hero card. For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy

He croaked, "The world is all black and white. And humans were all colored gray. We're neither here, nor there. It all depends in our situation. We lash out or keep it in, no one can feel absolute nothing when faced with ridicule. We hate. We dislike. That's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm not a good person either, and I don't blame myself for it." "Are you saying that being a bad person is somehow acceptable?" "Nah." He frowned. Ritian himself find it hard to explain. "As I've said, humans were gray. We can be bad or good, but that's not a constant character. We change. Either time helps us or our mind gives us the reasons we badly needed for closure. By then, we will switch to a more brig

My mind refuses to accept it. I shake my head slowly. "I need time." Mom immediately nods. "Of course, sweetheart." "No." I stand from the table. "I mean… I really need time." Dad doesn't try to stop me. I look between them, still trying to understand everything they've just told me. Ten thousand years. The Armageddon War. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Hybrids. The Supernaturals. An entire world hidden from humanity.

He could not stop being grateful for having that woman on his side. “Now President Clive, I would like you to look at your phone because I have an illustration for you. Seeing that Asherway is ahead of your country by at least twenty years, I thought I should share some lessons we learned while in your position. The question is if let’s say a 145 nuc hit Lain, Taira and Hurd right now. That would wipe out 95% of the white people in your country, your economy included, leaving you at the mercy of other races. If that happened today or tomorrow or next month, where would you run President Clive?” Aziza asked, maintaining her breathtaking smile.

It was a message from Nola, containing a photo of Reid standing at a store counter with his head bowed, picking out a Portugal jersey. The caption read: [He said he spent years wearing the wrong colors and now, he's finally switching back. Don't you think it's time you gave up a seat that was never yours, Ms. Whitley?] I looked at the screen. I did not reply, and I did not block her. I just turned my phone facedown on the table. The flight was already booked. It would leave in two nights, one hour before kickoff. Reid said he did not know any better back then. That was fine. After this, everything would be fine again.