Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

Smooth, polished black glass shone upon the ground, reflecting faint streaks of silver light from an unseen source. Alec looked around. His jaw was tightened. “Where in the world are we now?” Kade kicked at the ground, its surface rippling like a pond. “This place keeps getting weirder. Are we walking on solid ground or floating in open space?” “Neither,” Morgana made her voice uneasy. “This is not a place. It is a memory.” Jax furrowed his brow at her. “A memory? Whose?” And before Morgana could answer, laughter rippled through the space. It was a sound sweetened with something haunting. Alec stopped dead as a figure appeared before them, draped in flowing white, her silver hair faintly glo

I quickly squint and hold my hand out in front of my face, shielding myself. The light dims and another image, like before, appears in front of me, or I think it is an image. I don’t remember seeing the woman before. Suddenly, the woman walks towards me. My breath hitches again. Is she real or is this a video of something I don’t remember from my past? The woman in a long, flowing white gown has an elegance I haven’t seen before. She almost seems to float towards me. Her long blonde hair sways in the breeze, but there isn’t a breeze.

I noticed that there were corridors on each floor and an elevator at the center of the building. What is an elevator doing in a three-story building? Rich people do know how to waste money. There was no one around, as it seemed empty, but as I got to the entrance of the front door, the door creaked open and it made my heart jump for a sec. What if the driver was telling the truth about the ghost story? What if they truly exist? "Welcome, Miss Hillary." A sturdy black man wearing an all-white outfit appeared in front of me. The ghost is real. My luggage and My jaw dropped as I placed my hands on both my cheeks and let out a deafening scream. There was a ghost in the Whitemore Mansion.

This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to walk out of it. Stone might have underestimated Bonnie but the truth is, she can still kick his ass without killing him. Bonnie conjured a white orb in her palm and blasted Stone with it knocking him down. She quickly grabbed Lucas and with a snap of her fingers, they both disappeared into white glowing light. BONNIE’S MAGICAL STORE:

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

The white light suddenly disappeared, and it was as if they were now in an apocalyptic area because of the vibe it brought. Amelia suddenly felt nervous, so she stepped closer to June. And she looked at him. She wasn’t surprised that the guy had no reaction at all. He’s just blankly staring at the green light. She collected herself and took a deep breath. But when Amelia was about to exhale, the floor that they were standing on suddenly disappeared, and they fell onto the deepest ground. She could hear the screams and frightened shouts of the other students. It seems like they are not the only ones who fell.

After the door was opened, the first thing he noticed was how the lady in the black dress extended her hand to whoever was in the car. He noticed a hand clasping the lady in black's hand and one bare leg coming out and landing on the ground, followed by the other. Finally, he saw the entire body emerge from the car, and what he saw nearly caused him to pass out. At the same time, he was startled and shocked. The rumor appeared to be true; there was indeed a white witch in the club. As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black.

A cold wind flowed slowly through the dark, stone corridor, carrying with it an unnerving moaning like whispers. From out of the darkness, a lone, cloaked figure stepped forth. Its robes were lined with mysterious hexagonal designs, and its ghostly white hands hung by its side. The figure stood still in the middle of the corridor as the moaning sound escalated as though something was drawing near. The walls of the corridor began to distort slightly as if the cloaked figure was staring right through the transparent shroud of something otherworldly. Without flinching or even so much as saying a word, the figure nodded its head and turned to walk back into the darkness.