Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

“We need the available troops to finish off her friends before we can deploy them. It’s bad enough that Mother Jaguar took liberties to snatch away 24C. She’s torturing him in the middle of a hostile siege. I do believe that Mother Jaguar has lost her senses.” “Yes, Mother,” Peahen, flipped a few more switches to change the angles of the other cameras. At the moment, Mother White could see every single one of the invaders, and none of them were anywhere close to infiltrating the core of the building. Mote continued to pour into the building from different entrances every few minutes, though. Their numbers were concerning. Mother White only had so many troops to deploy. She’d been using other

"Then the oxygen scrubbers fail in ten minutes. We die. You die. And Ivy dies. But if you turn that key, the Palisades becomes a fortress again. You can have her, Dante. Forever. No one will ever see her. No one will ever touch her. She will be your perfect, private masterpiece." Dante looked at Ivy. The erotic tension of the situation was suffocating. He saw the way she looked at him—the fear, the love, the addiction. He saw the "White Room" across the hall, a room designed specifically for her, filled with her favorite books, her favorite colors, a bed of silk and velvet. It was the ultimate possessive dream. A world where she would never be hurt, never be cold, and never be away from him.

He had taken me back into the mansion, through the various hallways upstairs till we stopped at the elevator, then we headed downwards. “Every person of power has one little space, where they work it out, draw information, get answers to political and war issues, or anything relating to the enemy.” He said as we strolled through the hallways, then stopped at the door at its extreme. “This is ours.” he said pushing it open, “The white room” introducing me to blood, torture and hell's portal. It was simply a large dark room, with two chairs, a sink at the farthest end of the room, and a table filled with several tools. Today, I strolled through that same hallway with Caden, Reid and Calum, rea

He had no idea how he made it to the morgue, but eventually he snapped out of it. "You'll have to brace yourself, Mr. Terrason," said the forensic doctor, but he sounded so far away. The white sheet was pulled back. The body was burned beyond recognition, but the diamond ring on the finger struck Samuel like lightning. His chest tightened until he couldn't breathe. The room spun. He nearly collapsed, catching himself against the wall. "No… this isn't possible…" His hand hovered over the ring, trembling, then recoiled as if burned. Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined.

My uneasiness grew, but I could only get my hand out if his grip and follow him, knowing I couldn't escape and doing so might even lead to my death. Soon, we entered a white room. The walls, the tiles, the ceiling- everything was snow white with not a speck of dust or a stain and I was amazed at how the place was. It looked like an illusion. Soon, I heard the door shut behind me very quickly, and I turn around hysterically to realize that Jason was no where around, and to my dismay the door was white, so when he locked the doors, it seemed like I was locked up and Falling down a white space filled with nothing and it was terrifying.

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

"Press your palm against it. Focus on the code. Open the gate." ​I looked down at my right hand. The restraint was loose enough for me to move my fingers. I could feel the cold surface of the plate. It felt like a trap. It felt like a surrender. ​But then I looked back at the screen, at the thermal ghost of the only person who had ever seen me for who I really was. ​I moved my hand. ​My palm hit the plate, and the White Room exploded. ​The shielding didn't just drop it reversed. Every watt of power in Sterling Tower was suddenly sucked into the cube, funneled through the plexiglass table and straight into my spine. It wasn't a transfer. It was a bridge.

I cried, glaring hard at me. I heard him click his Anf game a threatening step towards me, but a loud cough interrupted us. “Bring them in.” The woman from earlier said, her eyes pinned on us. Everything happened so quickly, and soon we were lined up in a white room. The room was colder than the rest we had been to, with white bright lights threatening to blind me. Everything looked too clean, the walls bare and floor spotless. The air carried thag same sharp scent of antiseptic like someone had washed the entire place with it.

I tell myself I’m here to understand what they are doing to Evan, what they did to Lucia, what they are doing to Leah. The reader accepts me immediately. The sound of the lock disengaging from the inside and the door opens. The room has no windows, no clocks, no concessions to time or weather. It is kept at a temperature designed to make bodies cooperative, cool enough that you are always slightly aware of your skin. The walls are painted matte white so nothing reflects back at you. The light is even, shadowless. It makes you feel as if you’ve stepped into a place where you can never hide. There are three screens mounted on the far wall. A long table beneath them. Two chairs. A console with

"If he is the Arthur I knew, then he is the man who taught me that love is weakness. If he is alive, then all my suffering for the past fifteen years all my trauma and guilt was nothing but part of his experiment." "And if he isn't Arthur?" "Then I will kill him for daring to use that name to lure you here," Mavric replied coldly. They arrived at a massive hydraulic door secured by biometric sensors. Unexpectedly, as Liora approached, the laser scanner scanned her retina and emitted a soft chime. "Access Granted. Welcome back, Young Miss White-Thorne." The doors slid open, revealing a vast, circular room. In the center stood a giant cryogenic tube connected to thousands of cables.