A World Without White People Novels & Stories

And then — light. A room. Filled with computers. Monitors. Weapons. "Welcome, brother." William stood in the center. Surrounded by screens. Each screen showed a city. London. Paris. Tokyo. New York. "In twenty-four hours," William said, "these cities will burn." "You're insane." "I'm free." "Free from what?" "Free from Henry. Free from his expectations. Free from his dreams." "So you're going to kill millions of people?" "I'm going to change the world."

"No..." The Stranger whispered. "It cannot be." The White Book continued writing. 'When the Final Reader opens the Last Story...' Another line appeared. 'Every forgotten world shall return...' The sky above the White Tree cracked from horizon to horizon. Brilliant rivers of light poured through the fractures. Within those rivers... Adrian saw countless familiar faces. Thomas. Edward. Lucien. Evelyn. And thousands of people whose stories had already been erased. None of them were speaking. They were watching.

“But Quillon! We can’t tell if he happened to encounter an accident where he loses control of his wolf or even his powers! That’s dangerous for him, for us and for the humans in that world!” “Wait, how sure are we that this world is the human realm?” Seth cut Nick’s question. “Quillon describes it that way. Tall buildings, cemented roads, people without any scent of gender or distinguishing packs. The latter pushed me to think that its a human realm. No one in any other world has no identifying scent but humans.” Aiden explains. “Were you really ignoring my concern? ‘Cause I’m having panic attacks here. For real.” Nick dramatically fell on his seat again.

They chose and wanted him to be their master and command them to a new world of greatness. It didn't take much convincing out of him for those people to so do his bidding. He united his troops to accompany and fight for his ambitions. That was all he needed to wage a war against the world. Even so, everything was not so possible wouthout the raw power of the White Wolves. That power combined with his own dark power he could be powerful enough to dethrone any god at the top fi the world. With that power, he would be unstoppable and no one would be above him.

“The White Family and the Raiders have one thing in common—we aren’t citizens of any nation! The Whites have remained stateless because they fancy themselves above everyone else, but we Raiders have a better reason. We shall be founders of a new country of our own!” What the hell. Now that was what one would call grand ambition!

“We don’t disagree about the human race. Many are lazy, stupid, angry. Maybe most of them. But they’re also interesting. If you kill them all, if you exterminate everything on this rock until it’s just us and a few hosts, then it’ll just be dull.” “Who said anything about exterminating them?” This surprises us. “Huh?” Bill laughs. “What, we’re going to deprive ourselves of hosts? We’re just going to take them over. All of them. We are going to become them.” “And then what?” “A better world. One made in our image. No more selfishness, no more stupidity of people thinking they’re bigger than they are. Saner, cleaner, and still a lot of fun.”

We laugh while looking around the almost empty meeting hall to make sure we weren’t heard. This new reality we are living in has brought about so many changes and compromise. Between the destruction from war and the human population being practically decimated through biological warfare, there wasn’t much of a world left. The humans destroyed each other and a good part of their world warring amongst themselves. Now they live off the land, like they are back in the medieval ages. No running water, no technology, no electricity, and that is only if they were lucky enough to survive. The Hidden World Collective, our leaders, had seen it coming and had started planning decades ago. They gathered

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

Just coming in from outside should leave something. As I look down at my clean white clothing, I remember that I am no longer on Terra. I was carried into the Celestial Realm. There is no dirt here, no soil. This is a world above the clouds, far removed from the mud, rocks, and sand. Thinking of this reminds me of Primus and his mud men. He would not be able to make them here. He’d be almost powerless in a world without earth. Could he survive someplace like this? Even if we had managed to get everyone beyond the gate, would he have simply faded into nothing?

I repeat. Diego sneers at Father before finally turning his attention to me. Angry righteousness burns in his eyes, like he’s been right all this time, though about what, I’m not sure. “Wilderness,” he answers. “For miles and miles in every direction, stretching as far as the eye can see. And humans, living in ramshackle villages, also in every direction as far as the eye can see.” “That’s impossible,” I blurt. “Any humans that survived the werewolf-human war are within our borders under the rule of werewolves. How could this have happened?”