A World Without White People Novels & Stories

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

We have the whole USA, why do we need more? I clear my throat into the mic, smiling at everyone. "I hear your thoughts. Yes, we have the whole USA cleared of bad bad werewolves, but I want the whole world to be clear of them. Maybe there is another Born Alpha out there. Maybe there isn't, but I want to know that the humans of the world, have nothing to fear from any werewolves. And I want to be absolutely certain that we have nothing to fear from those werewolves across the world either."

So they can have my gift. My gift of healing anyone, my gift of being stronger than any normal werewolf. I could easily take down a few wolves without getting a scratch on myself. They wanted that strength. People would think that this power was a blessing for the white wolf. I thought it was a curse. It was because of this power that my life couldn’t be peaceful at any stage and it was because of this power I lost my dearest mother.

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?”

A human one. The world was dark, but the "Great Stillness" wasn't the end. it was a clean slate.

The world was crying, a collective sob of three thousand years of grief that turned into a roar of liberation. ​The silver light of the Seven Peaks turned a deep, resonant gold. The sky above was no longer black; it was a swirling nebula of amber and violet, a reflection of the planetary aura. I saw the people in the quad embracing, their differences of caste, gene, and history dissolved by the shared reality of their existence. The university city was the epicenter of a global resurrection, a place where the healer had finally performed the ultimate surgery. We had removed the fear from the human heart.

The white light faded, not into darkness, but into a sterile, absolute grey. The chasm was gone, sealed as if it had never been. The monoliths were broken, their power extinguished. The bodies of Seraphina's fanatics were gone, not dead, but erased, turned to the same lifeless grey dust that coated the shattered stones of the clearing. The silence was not peaceful; it was the silence of a world that had been scoured clean, a canvas wiped blank by an act of unimaginable power.

Moreover, the current situation in the world of extreme white was not something that could be solved in a short time. Thinking of this, Samuel nodded in agreement. Yvonne quickly dismissed everyone and allowed them to move freely. About ten minutes later, she came back leisurely. "How is it? Isn't it troublesome?" she asked softly. Samuel nodded. "This place is even larger and more boundless than the dark space earlier. The exit is also pure white in color. Hence, we are currently stuck here and cannot find an exit." "We are looking for a white exit in the white world!" Yvonne felt a headache coming on.

The dead probably ranged somewhere in the billions. I never heard anything about the other countries in the world, but it was safe to assume that they were as completely destroyed as this one. If the rest of the world is like this, the human race has absolutely no chance of survival. I'm not even sure that if a cure can somehow miraculously be found, it will save the world. Everything is too far gone. There is no science, no medicine, no military, no law, and no government. This world is simply beyond repair.