Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

Bolts of white cloth zipped from hither to thither like what flashes of lightning bolts, streaking through the darkness with shrill whistling as they shot straight at the Zombie. The monster lifted its two-meter long arm and swatted down at the white cloth with the dark fumes rolling forward ominously. Boom! Boom...! Like battering rams, the bolts of white cloths pounded at the Zombie, forcing it backward with the ground splitting beneath its feet. Jing Hong performed more hand seals and conjured a snowy-white lotus in the air. Divine and elegant it was as it blazed with a soft gossamer glow of white. Gracefully, her slender fingers flicked.

However, heads up, we're switching the scene to a garden! "Max has an old suit that'll fit you. Forget about some old-school traditional wedding. People would crack up if they heard about it. "You've got two hours. Don't be late." Her face was all confidence, her finger jabbing so close to my eye I could almost feel it. Without a second thought, I dialed the cops and reported a case of solicitation. As she shrieked and cursed, I snapped a few more pictures, grinning. "Can't wait to see you behind bars!"

"This was the gateway to the Glass Sea. It was beautiful. Now it’s... it’s being retracted." The Eraser’s Mark In the center of the village square, a massive, jagged line of Absolute White was moving across the ground. It wasn't snow. It was a literal void. Anything it touched, a cart, a bench, a stray cat, simply ceased to be. No sound. No explosion. Just a silent un-making. "Mina," Kaelen said, his voice low and dangerous. "Can the Ledger stop that?" Mina stepped toward the white line. Her iron-and-gold ring flared with a blinding light. She held out her hand, and for a second, the white void slowed down.

Well, at least I have my dog. It’s almost 9 o’clock and our house is completely silent. It’s like a deafening silence where you can even hear your own breathing. The butler and maids are already resting in their quarters. I climbed the stairs toward the second floor to my room and sat on the stool in front of my vanity mirror. I stared at my reflection for minutes, long enough for me to notice that I was so pale. Normally, I have rosy skin. But maybe I’m just tired or burnt out because of doing my homework and se0uolnding my parents off.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. " I... have come... for you…" I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Monica had always taught me to trust my instincts, and right now, my instincts were telling me to listen. As I gazed around the field, I noticed some movement far in the distance, coming from the canopy of trees just at the edge of the forest. It was a fox as white as snow, almost blending into the sunlight filtering through the trees. Curiosity overwhelmed me, so I stalked closer cautiously. The fox stood still as I approached, its bright eyes watching me intently, as if it was waiting for me. There was something almost magical about it, something that drew me in.

I staggered toward the window, palms sweaty, heart beating so hard it hurt. Moonlight coiled around my wrist like a ribbon. Sunfire burned under my skin like a warning. I pressed my hand against the window. The surface was cold. Not like glass. Like absence. Kael’s hand met mine from the other side. For the briefest moment, the white room went silent. Not humming. Not correcting. Listening. Kael’s eyes locked onto mine through the static. And I saw it clearly: the white light around him wasn’t just deletion. It was a door.

Well, at least I could die knowing I’d made the infamous Caius Blackwell crack a grin. Ghost stretched his arms and shook out his hands, working himself up for what he was about to do. I licked my salty lips and sucked in another sharp gasp. “The second I move time is going to start up again. You’ll need to be fast, Ghost.” He bobbed his shaved head. “Guess I better get a running start then.” Backing away, Ghost crossed himself and whispered a prayer to the goddess. I didn’t look away from Caius as he launched into a run, picking up speed until he was full on sprinting my way.

“The time is come for the great sweeping. I'll give you enough time to throw yourself into the safesthaven, and do the necessary to transport the whitehole to the outside!” These army of a villagers is trained by him. Though it is the first time they look up and saw the white-haired young man, looking seriously into the golden moon, they aren't dumbstruck. Not because he isn't that great, but they are the army he train to move the necessary and save the question and emotions for later! He never repeat himself and the army move as one. They are moving together to the white glowing pagoda! The moment they entered, the terrifying screech and swish of the wind blows into the area, turning everyt