Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

----------------------- ------ Illusory Immortal Palace/? Within the secret hall that was hidden from everyone within the sect. The opulent white hall is colored with the blood of the breathless people who're lying on the floor. The cultivators who survive are fighting with the invader who was beyond their imagination. A lone black silhouette with a curvy figure walking down the white hall to the few strongest survivors within the hall.

Alaric and Audra enter the room first, then me and my twin, Matt, follow. I almost drop my eyes when I saw her commodious room. If their mansion in the Mortal Realm is already palatial, well, Adhira's room in their fortress is already half the mansion. I roam my eyes in the room and I saw every detail of her room. Her walls are painted beige and the rest of her things are white. Everything inside her room is the color white! From her bed, quilt, vanity table, and she even has a fluffy carpet around her bed!

The moment I did though, it popped open, just to reveal the last thing I thought I would see. White. White walls were the first thing that greeted my eyes. All around me the bright color, glowed, while it burned the corner of my eyes. While I had no idea where I was, I realized there was something off about the walls. If I was being honest, they looked more of mirrors than walls. What was going on here?

he wiggled his fingers. “I am going to return and hunt you down!” I yelled, while being taken away by Tyler. Before long, we arrived at the white room. Tyler opened the door, and brought me in. As I swept my eyes all over the place, a cold chill ran down the length of my spine. In front of me were sheets of glasses extending across the room like a bridge. From what I heard, some of them could hold the weight of a rock, and others were as fragile as an egg.

Make what is in the room gradually appear before his eyes. This is a large room, with all the essentials and a large bed. The room is designed with a simple black and white leading tone. Compared to Emma's room, this place is like a different world. It's much more modern and comfortable than her room. Ivan unbuttoned the buttons of his white shirt, the solid bronze chest muscles gradually exposed with patches of bare skin. The curves of his body and every inch of his arms and abs were exposed in the warm yellow light of the room. He slowly took off his watch and walked into the bathroom.

This is going to be as easy as I think it'll be. I look away from him, the freak, and aim my sight at the flawless white wall. Every piece of furniture in the room is colored white. Everything seems to blind my vision. They appear untouched by nobody. I look down at the tiled floor, and my frame reflects on it. It's a heavenly room, I swear. I'm clean with mine, but this? It's indescribable.

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

The heavy containment door of the safe room hissed as it sealed once more, locking the carnage of Subject Zero and the digital ghosts of Vane-Corp on the other side. Inside the small, reinforced sanctuary, the air was heavy with the scent of ozone, burnt copper, and a heat so intense it felt like a living thing.

The sound of the vault door sealing shut was the most final thing I had ever heard. It wasn’t a click; it was a thud that vibrated in my teeth, followed by the terrifying, high-pitched whistle of the air scrubbers reversing. Dante Moretti had turned the world’s most secure room into a vacuum chamber.