Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

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:

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.

“Get the hell out of here and fuck yourself!” Without thinking and suddenly getting irritated by the monotonous chiming sound from the machine, I grabbed all the wires connected to my body. Yanking the oxygen tube taped on my nose, tugged the IVs attached to my hand and plucked out the wires on my chest violently. My phantom still hasn’t moved even though I struggled to stand on my feet as my head whirled in a buzz and my gaze doubled. Nevertheless, this did not prevent me from stumbling my way toward him, and I was about to rip the mask off of his face when I was finally an arm's reach away from him.

Grayson shut his eyes tight, his lips trembling as he muttered incoherently, "No, no, this isn't Belle. This can't be her! She's selfish, cruel, and vindictive. Someone like that doesn't just die—she wouldn't—she couldn't." Liam leaned in, his voice low and seething with rage. "Afraid, are you? Open your eyes, you bastard. Look at her! Look at how she died protecting your child! While she was fighting for her last breath, you were busy playing house with that bitch in the hospital." Grayson's resistance crumbled under Liam's force. His eyes opened, and when they met the sight of my pale, lifeless form, he broke down. He wept—deep, guttural sobs that shook his entire body.

Rocket is in a very revealing white one-piece that barely covers her intimates. Gold pumps, massive white and gold wings, her hair is curled to perfection. She's inside a glass birdcage dancing. She has this distant look in her eyes as she sways offbeat to the music playing. She seems to be in her own little bubble. This isn't good. We're going to have to break this in her. There is no way Jay is going to let her stay with us while she's like this.

Arya Waves of repulsion ripple through my body. I want to snap out of this memory and come back to reality, but nothing is happening. I concentrate hard enough, willing all of it to go away. . . . But the scene only changes, and I find myself in a strange white space. There are no visible walls. There is no ceiling, no floor. No anything. Just a big space of pure white that stretches on for miles and miles. The only thing that’s in it is a female figure.

THE MEN IN WHITE The villa remained wrapped in darkness. Only pale moonlight spilled across the marble floor. The stranger dressed in white stood calmly inside the doorway, the silver pocket watch swinging gently from his fingers. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound echoed through the silent hall. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe. Isaac stared at the man. His face had become almost expressionless. "You found me." The stranger smiled. "You knew we would." His voice carried no anger.

​He nodded toward the far end of the marble ballroom, near the balcony that overlooked the darkened city. ​A man stood there, completely still amidst the dancing crowd. He wore a suit of bone-white linen that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was unnervingly thin, his skin so pale it was almost translucent, revealing the faint, grey network of veins beneath. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see.

I watched her with an icy gaze, then let out a laugh. "Betty, you're really something." "What's that supposed to mean?!" she snapped, her voice hitting a higher note. I lifted my hand slowly, a faint glow gathering at my fingertips, and gently pressed it to Joseph's brow. "Ah!" Joseph's scream was bloodcurdling as he crumpled to the floor. Before our eyes, his skin started to rot, his once charming face then creased with wrinkles, his hair falling out by the handful. In mere seconds, he transformed from a vibrant young man to a gasping old man.

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.