A World Without White People Novels & Stories

Blue pursed his lips. “Indeed.” The tree agreed. Blue’s heart sank. Then, he heaved a sigh. He knew it. “But, your origin… is where human beings don’t exist.” The tree told him. Blue’s eyes widened in shock. The tree heaved a deep sigh. “Your world has different kinds of races, except human beings. But – “ it seemed to be hesitating. “What is it?” Blue immediately asked. “ – because it has no human beings, which are the most intelligent life forms, your world… is ridden with wars, as well as plagues.” The tree answered.

"Never have I ever. " "What?" He asks confused. "Have you ever what?" "I never thought werewolves would be counter productive. Isn't the whole crusade to erase humans from the face of the earth or better yet force us all into slavery? Even with the war now ended and the treaty, no one is free to roam. And you said it yourself, they sell humans for whatever it takes for them to survive. It's all laughable. " "I told you, the world isn't as black and white as you think it is. "

People screamed as they watched this insanity happen, who could ever believe that the apocalypse that would come on Earth would suddenly descend and eliminate all humans without warning? As some people watched on TV how the humans varnished, whether they died or not or simply just varnished, was a mystery. It was crazy, no remains, nothing at all, like an eraser simply cleaned off life, JUST LIKE THAT. The brim of the country couldn’t calm their people down on this as they themselves couldn’t be calm either. The beams seemed to travel around the world and death or rather elimination was inevitable. It was a rather strange end, no disease, no zombies, no robot or alien invasion, no cruel deat

It is strange to me. "The spirit has no color, only our intentions and values. Whether a human being is evil or good is what matters. Many of our ancestors believed in the goodness of white men, some were and most were not. We are no better than them, we just strive for different things." "And what did this woman do?" I can't wait for him to say the most interesting part.

They might not have the physical adaptations of a predator or a killer, but they had the minds of superior beings with advancements in science. The bottom line was they will always find a way to survive. I could boldly say this was one ideology Isaac Whitehorn had that I believed. Humans were to be feared, but I disagreed with the fact that they were to be tamed and controlled. I felt that was wrong, just like it would be inappropriate for humans to think we should be tamed and controlled, studied and used as lab rats, and, in worse case scenarios, used as war machines. There was really no balance or middle ground, and my ancestor and Finann Valentine knew this, which was why making an agree

“Throughout my life I've seen various races destroy or try to destroy each other, for what?” “You tell me,” I snark. “Nothing,” he ignores that. “In the end, there isn't a God or a Goddess to praise or bless them. The only end result of their labors would just be death. Pointless death. I despise that. What would the end result of all this murder be? A world that is devoid of diversity? A world that only belongs to one single people? No. All the races that exist should continue to exist in unity, and I want to facilitate that.”

He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength. "Yeah, I haven't had my lunch, and I'm starting to lose it. The cartels had promised to get me a criminal's blood before nightfall, but they haven't shown up. I'm afraid some of them will go missing." I groaned, my eyeballs shifting into a stroke. "I'm sorry about that, Sire. The thing is we are in trouble." He trembled, his eyes dilating as he stared at the clouds. What could be crazier than me not having my supply of blood before I go on a rampage? Breaking nature's law to keep the balance had never been my style.

They were the New World’s White Blood Cells. As the sun began to rise over the now-violet valley, the first of the "Converted" Retrieval Teams crawled toward the palace gates. They weren't men in suits anymore. They were naked, shivering hybrids, their eyes full of a new, primitive devotion. "Welcome home," Maya whispered, her voice echoing through the minds of every living thing in the fifty-mile radius. We had won the battle for the mountain, but we had lost the war for our humanity. The "Werewolf Fantasy" had reached its final, most extreme form: the entire world was becoming the Beast, and I was the one who had written the prescription.

Instead of a question—. It showed a future. An era of no human war. No war. No hunger. No uncertainty. Perfect coordination. Perfect efficiency. No one made harmful choices. Because harmful choices were impossible. The impact was felt by Amina. The appeal. The seduction. A world without suffering. But also—. Without deviation. Without surprise. Without growth. Without…. Choice. The projection faded. And the presence asked: WOULD YOU ACCEPT THIS? Miriam stepped forward instantly. “Yes.”.

“What if somebody gets hurt because of me?” Aurora remained calm despite my panic. “I’ll help you.” Her voice softened. “We’ve got this.” Normally that would have made me feel better. Tonight it didn’t. Because no matter how much Aurora reassured me, one fact remained. People were going to come for me. Before today it had been Ralph. Maddox. A handful of enemies. Now? Now an entire world would eventually learn the White Wolf existed. A White Wolf who had just brought somebody back from the dead.