Chapter White City Novels & Stories

ZARA’S POV The air tasted like ash. That was the first thing I noticed. Not fear. Not power. Not even the full moon suspended above us like a silent judge. Ash. Silver buildings stretched across the horizon, their towers cracked open like bones. Flames moved strangely here, slow and deliberate, as if they were being fed by something deeper than wood and stone. Wolves ran through the streets. Some fought. Some fled. Some knelt. The white wolf sat at the highest point of the city, untouched by the fire.

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"Tiffany, this is a joke, right? You were supposed to choose me! We had an agreement! Why are you with this cripple?" The word landed like a blade through the hall. The temperature plummeted. Several elders exchanged glances and pointedly looked down at their feet. Titus stood half a step beside me, his body perfectly still—but I saw his hand behind his back curl into a fist, knuckles white. I stepped forward and slid my hand onto Titus's forearm, positioning myself squarely beside him.

** Bonus Chapters!! Happy Holidays!! Thank you for your support! (^v^) ** Chloe was at the top of the empire state building. The wind was cold and biting, as she looked in the people finder. She moved it around until she saw what looked like three dead faceless bodies. She blinked, and the viewfinder turned off, turning a dark red color. She looked around and saw Mrs. Davis, but she looked like the before pictures and was pointing down at something.

--- ### The Silent City We didn't take the main roads. We traveled through the "Veins"—the underground tunnels used by the wolf-rebels decades ago. By the time we reached the outskirts of the Capital, the sun was beginning to bleed over the horizon, casting a long, crimson shadow over the city’s white marble walls. But the Capital wasn't the bustling hive of power it used to be. It was silent. The Great Gates were wide open. There were no guards on the walls. No smoke from the chimneys. The silence was heavier than any scream.

Chapter 19: Breaking Point The city’s pulse was uneven, jagged, like a heartbeat skipping under pressure. Neon signs reflected off wet asphalt, casting fractured lights onto rain-slick streets. Shadows twisted and stretched, hiding both danger and opportunity. For the insider, there was no rest. Each step, each glance, each flicker of movement could be a hunter, a reporter, or an unknown observer.

Haste makes waste, always. Today, being alone in his Barrow Cove villa had been boring enough that he decided to get out of the house for a walk. Come to think of it—when was the last time Zayn just stopped from his frenzy and just experienced the pulse and beats of the city? After a few years of development, Waltz City had become a rising city second only to the nation’s very top. The streets were always abuzz with its occupants, who strode with the intensity and conviction of a person with a mission for a better life. At some corners, one could see street magicians wowing the crowd with their newest illusions or cantrips. Nearby, hardworking cleaners had already begun their work of making

The villains had followed her here, and the city offered no sanctuary from what was coming. A faint movement at the edge of the street caught her eye—a shadow flickering between buildings. “They’re watching,” she whispered. Mike’s gaze hardened. “And they’re closer than ever.” —END OF CHAPTER 3— A shadow flickered between buildings. “They’re closer than ever,” Clara whispered.