A World Without White People Novels & Stories

” (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."

"Inspection of what? " "Colors. As you may have inevitably notice, we are surrounded with nothing but the color yellow. This is nothing like your world where colors combine. All is separated. With walls, borders, or lines. And no person with their designated colors are allowed to leave or enter another side of colors. Once spotted, you will be thrown to the place of outcast and lose the chance to visit the Outside world. Your world. Or they might take you in as slaves. Or worse, death. "I understood her words but it only arose more questions. "So you are not allowed to interact with other colors? "

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.

The world is close to extinction because of the humanoids’ evil rule. Humans became slaves of the disease that mutates into new variants. No human intelligence and human eyes can detect something that is invisible as the virus. It is the most horrifying enemy no human is ever prepared to make a battle with.

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.

People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing. Amid the chaos, the system spoke again, calm and emotionless. [World destruction sequence initiated.]

“It’s not what you think it is.” “What do I think it is?” “A supernatural war that wipes out the human race.” Judging by the grim smile he gives me, I hit the nail on the head. “What do you think it is?” “It’s you. The humans. You will destroy the world. We don’t want a war. We just want to live in peace with our own kind. It’s not too late, you know, we can still turn this around.” Innocent leans forward, hooking his thumbs under his chin. “It’s too late, dear child, the wheel has been set in motion, and nothing you and I do will stop it. This is God’s will.”

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

Violet POV. Let me tell you a bit about the earth, not the one you know, it's not all white and black, it's not a straight road, I don't care about your ethnicity, or what your religion is, everyone else might, but not me. The life that I know is completely different from everyone else, I don't give two damn about who's the new president is, I don't pay much attention to any drama, I don't live under a rock, I'm still on Earth, but the thing is I don't belong here anymore.