Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

"I’m exactly the same, Mother. No one changes me." The Inferno Room was a cage of noise and light when we walked in. Ricardo Santos had done a hell of a job; he was only letting in the connected, yet the floor was already vibrating. He’d gutted an old shipyard warehouse and turned it into a neon-drenched industrial nightmare. The VVIP lounge on the balcony felt like a sniper’s nest, partitioned by reinforced glass that overlooked the chaos below.

POV EMMA BELLE The Secret War Room of the Black Crag was a circular chamber located directly above the throne room. Its walls were reinforced with kinetic-dampening lead and etched with runes that Nathaniel had spent the last six hours "re-evaluating" to ensure total privacy.

CHAPTER 33 WHAT WAITS IN THE WHITE The door opened only an inch. An inch was enough. A thin blade of white light sliced across the chamber floor, too bright, too clean nothing like the sterile fluorescence of hospitals, nothing like the industrial glow of old facilities. This was organic. Alive. The air around the seam warmed, as though something on the other side was exhaling against it. Harris backed away until his shoulders hit the wall. “Don’t go near it don’t even look at it”

As we opened the door to the suite I had been attacked in, my mouth clicked shut. This had to be the right room—I still had the note crumpled in my hands. The entire room was spotless. Even my vomit was gone, the carpet clean and white. “That’s not possible, it’s only been ten minutes.” I scoffed, unable to believe the scene before me. There was magic and then there was this. It brought an uncomfortable question to mind. If Marcus Novak kept white wolves as slaves, did the other High Table members do the same?

Her chest rising and falling like a beast had taken up space behind her ribs and wanted out. And then she saw it. The room. White walls. A single bed. No windows. Two overhead cameras. One drain in the center of the floor. The walls were too clean. Too quiet. The kind of clean that reeked of things being erased. The second they pulled her inside, she screamed again.

Mercedes raised a barrier around Alvira, trapping Drakoen and herself in it. The air shimmered with a ripple above them. No one would make it out unless one of them died. She knew that everyone would not stay put once the fight between Drakoen and her started and would attempt to interfere. To keep them out, a barrier was needed. She was not going to make it out until Drakoen was dead. Mercedes was in the air gathering more of the White Wolves' remaining energy into her body. Even though she could take it at the moment, her body wouldn't be able to bear it for long. She needed some time to take it in and absorb it completely.

The walls were covered in paintings, and no photographs were discovered. The corridor was quite long, and after a while they came to a fork in the road that led to the door. What was the name of that room? He was perplexed. Anne rapped on the door and yanked it open. He followed Violet, who was seated in a large white chair fit for a queen. Her eyes were closed as she listened to classical music; he had never been a fan of that genre. It made him sleepy, so he turned it off. “Mother, he has arrived,” Anne said as she came to a halt in front of Violet.

The pressure in the room snapped. She stood. High heels crushed scattered porcelain underfoot. Didn’t even glance at the flashing radar alarms. She walked straight into the private bathroom at the back of the chamber. Stopped at the frosted glass door. Turned. Looked at the monster curled against the wall. “Get in.” “Don’t make me say it twice.” The sealed bathroom system activated. White steam from the Arctic thermal stabilizers flooded the space within seconds. Vivienne slipped off her heavy tactical coat and tossed it onto the rack.

Once we were through the grand gates and security checkpoints, Magnus drove through the campus, pulling up to a colonial brick building with white trim. Dr. Sawyer and Miriam stood anxiously waiting at the top of the granite stairs. “Everyone is here.” Ghost answered my unasked question. “The whole pack?”

“see, it’s perfectly fine.” the room was covered in white, just like every little thing in his place, is white. there was a stiff white bed frame with white sheets. white tiles were on the floor underneath the pure white walls, which were below the matching pure white ceiling that held the blinding light. i wanted that light removed too, along with that camera that monitored my every move, which was bolted to the corner of the ceiling. then there was the door that was made out of one hundred percent silver which was eight inches thick, it matched the bars on my small window that was next to the bed.