Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

To have the one person I thought I could count on here in this prison I had been put into waiting for my sentence to be put out into the open had been unknown until now. "I will give you a cup and you will bring it back full of urine, Don't try to run away you'll be too exhausted to even try that's thanks to the valerian and wolfsbane," Irma announced as she grabbed the vials of blood off the tray and placing them on a counter. I slowly walked towards the bathroom looking for a way out, any way for me to get a message to someone, any possible way that I could leave. "Hurry up in there, little one and you can go back to your room!" My cell was more like it, there was nothing in there of perso

Yuan removed his necklace and placed the pendant in front of it. "Access Granted. Welcome, Yuan Salazar." the robot's voice announced. The guy gestured for her to do the same. "Access Granted. Welcome, Eleanor Rixie Salvelle." The door in front of them opened. The first thing that Eleonna saw was the small round stage that was surrounded by a stadium luxury seats. They walked on the red carpet, there were already few people in their luxury clothes. Their shining jewelleries sparkled everytime the lights reflects on it. The place had a color palette of red and black.

"Anastasia, right, Anastasia is using one of the rooms." "It also stink." Why would it stink? "And Pride is sleeping in one of the rooms." Why would Pride be here? He's on a mission right now until three days from now. Don't tell me, they put everything in the red room? "If that's the case then I guess I'll see the last room instead." I looked back at Drake who's now staring at my guys. "S-sure." "What's this for?" "It's the white room. We put people there to....to...to sleep for a week."

Every breath felt like liquid silver pouring into my lungs, my muscles locking up as the heat tore through my chest. Get up, my inner wolf snarled, weak and desperate. They’re coming. Dragging myself across the tile, I slammed the heavy iron security door shut, throwing the mechanical deadlock into place. I turned the decontamination valve, letting freezing, high-pressure water drench my clothes, trying to shock my system out of the paralysis. I am Chika Whitmore. I don't break for rogue executioners. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed outside the vault door, accompanied by a low, mocking chuckle.

vault, once a sanctuary of white glass, was now a drowning chamber. I was on my knees, my platinum wings dragging in the rising silver tide. Every breath was a battle against the "White-Void" peaking inside me. It wasn't a baby anymore; it was a supernova wrapped in a heartbeat. The frequency was so high it was stripping the color from the air, turning the cavern into a monochrome nightmare of gray shadows and blinding white light.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭 The air inside the valve house control room did not circulate. It remained heavy with the smell of old copper wire, damp concrete, and the faint, sweet scent of the chamomile tea Maya had brewed at dawn. Julian Vance stood three feet from the iron table with his hands trembling so slightly that only someone who had watched him navigate three hostile corporate takeovers would notice. His pristine cashmere coat felt absurdly heavy in the small, functional space, a useless layer of armor against a woman who traded in metrics, not status.

WILLOW’S POV I got so lost in the euphoria of seeing my personal belongings again that I forgot I had to pick up Alpha Killian’s clean laundry from his private laundry room at one pm. The time is one thirty pm and I’m hurrying down the hallway to the laundry room, which is the last door at the end of the hallway. Once I finally arrive at the door, I step in and I’m completely dumbstruck at the sight of the room. I have never seen such a white themed space before. The walls, the machines and everything else in the room is white. Even the maids working in it are dressed in white uniforms. The room looks, feels and smells as sterile as an operating room. Calmly, carefully, I daintily walk furth

THE HALLWAY WAS cleared in minutes as the vampire soldiers outside stormed into the building. The doctors in all the labs had need knocked out and floors swept. Diana already knew where the secret lab was so she went straight to it with Rudolph in tow. There was no need to input the security code as the security system was down so the duo walked straight through the door. Diana was almost blinded by the amount of white in the room. Everything was white except for the cages which contained snarling zombies.

A whirlwind of thoughts fills my mind like popping corn, but my primary focus and fear remain centered on Tristan . The White room is reserved for those teetering on the verge of death, where medical intervention proves futile. I've frequented that place countless times, witnessing too many souls slip away in their sleep. They linger there until they drift into a deep slumber from which they never awaken. My heart bleeds every moment I think about Tristan in this situation. He's on life support, attached to oxygen, and won't wake up. Any moment now, his heart will stop as he slowly passes through the process of death. The thought of that scares me. Not now, not when I've got my memories back

0-0-0-0. A soft click sounded, and the door unlocked. The room beyond was vast yet eerily empty. The walls, floors, and ceiling were a pristine white, so flawlessly clean it felt otherworldly. Bright overhead lights illuminated every inch of the space, leaving no shadows behind. At the center of the room stood a single, isolated hospital bed. A child lay on it—motionless, unresponsive. Their small body was covered up to the chest with a white sheet. Their breathing was barely visible, as if even their own breath was reluctant to break the silence that consumed the space.