A World Without White People Novels & Stories

Padgett's Pov The walk home was long our houses were that far off from each other, what business does a poor lowlife have in living in a place as classic as Adrian's estate, I guess the reality is starting to Dawn on me that, we are from two different world I was the dark while he is the light, I never thought my home from his, it's this far because I never walked home, Cameron would always drop me off before he goes back home and later on we would meet to have little fun but now I want to limit my contact with him but can I stay away because our families are extremely close and mom will not take any excuse, if I decide to cut him off completely maybe I could just avoid him at all cost, he s

In its center, standing proudly, was a big 'H' with a raven, a badger, a lion and a serpent beside each leg of the 'H". Four bright white light spots appeared in the middle of the magic circle, and started to solidify. Just a few seconds later, the white light starts to rapidly fade together with the dark blue magic circle, leaving in its place four people. One grinning man, and three grinning women. The entirety of the Great Hall was in silence. There, appearing after the light show stopped, was one the most handsome men and three of the most beautiful women they have ever seen, at least in the opinion of most of the girls/women and boys/men respectively. Even the muggle-raised and mugglebo

"Without sorrow, there can be no struggle." "Without hatred, there can be no kindness." The two answered each other. Their words caused the spirit of the world to tremble as they spoke. Long Chen and Blue Firebird glared at the spirit of the world with intensity. "A world without any of that would be a world without color. We don't want a world like that!" they both exclaimed in unison. "Then what? What kind of world do you want? Huh? What kind of world?" the spirit of the world shouted.

Sometimes there are even human casualties which makes this more interesting. "How so?" Issa asked. Keenly watching Jamal. I was captivated by his words and how he spoke. He sounded so confident and brave. "There is an unwritten rule in our world, that says we should never mix with humans. They do not need to know about our world and likewise, we should not get involved in theirs," Jamal said. Jamal was right. Humans were not allowed in our world because the last time it happened, a war of the species had broken out. Each race had fought for dominance until a solution was made. I had read about it in my advanced studies.

If she could move, she'd have a shot at escaping. "After years of hard work, we're almost there," a voice boomed from the high platform. "The world's about to get a new rulebook. Everything's gonna reset. Humanity will build a brighter, better civilization. No more fighting or death. A place to fix every regret. We'll all be creators in that next world, worshipped by millions." Erica's gut twisted as she listened. 'So, this is the Illuminati's endgame? But why? They're already so powerful.'

“That was… amazing. You’re incredible, Clara.” Mike smiled, pride shining in his eyes. “We couldn’t have done it without you, but you… you carried us through.” Clara hugged them tightly. “We did this together. I couldn’t have done it alone.” AFTERMATH The city slowly returned to normal. The streets cleared, and the residents who had witnessed the destruction whispered of a golden light that had saved them all. Clara’s powers, now fully controlled, shone like a beacon, restoring hope. Back at Mike’s apartment, the team gathered around a table, tired but smiling.

He touched Kaelen’s forehead, and a vision flooded the boy’s mind. He saw a world without the Silver Peaks. He saw a city of white glass floating in the void, a place where millions of "perfected" souls lived in a state of eternal, sterile bliss. There were no packs. There were no rejections. There were no orphans. It was a world where Kaelen was the central sun, providing a light that never flickered and never cast a shadow.

It was a **Pulse**. Elara knelt, pressing her palm to the black lilies. Her violet eyes flared. "The Countdown," she whispered. "It’s accelerating. The 'Final Format' has reached the base of the mountains. The world outside is being deleted in real-time." She looked out over the cliff. Beyond their border, the forest was gone. In its place was a vast, terrifying **White Void**. The world was being eaten by a blank screen, and the Iron Mountain was the last island left in a sea of nothingness.

LYRA White. That was the first thing I saw. Everything was white. Not like walls or snow, nothing from the world I knew. This was different. It was the kind of white that existed before color was invented. Absolute. Total. Like standing inside pure light, but without any warmth or texture. Just this vast, infinite nothingness that hadn't decided what it wanted to be yet. I was standing. I didn't remember deciding to, I was just… here. "Sky?" I tried to say. The word just vanished the moment it left my mouth. Not an echo, not silence. Just gone. Absorbed by the white like it had never been spoken.

The blackness rushed upward, swallowing the stadium, the gold suits, the silver eyes, and the little girl. Julian was the last one left. He reached out to me, his face a mask of pure, corporate terror. "You... you've canceled... everything..." Then, he was gone. The stadium was gone. The Moon was gone. The Earth was gone. --- ### The White Page I was floating in a world of pure, blinding white. There were no stars. There was no ground. There was no sound. It was the "Blank Page" the Author had spoken of. But it wasn't a page waiting to be written on. it was a page that had been washed clean.