Invincible White Room Novels & Stories

The door unlocks and I walk inside. The glass cells line both sides of the room. The room is white, clean and sterile. These cells are strong enough to hold a dragon. So two weak humans won’t be able to break free. Each cell is enchanted with magic and the glass is unbreakable. The only way in or out is if a member of the Supernatural Council opens them. Each cell has hidden cameras. Plus the cameras in the hallway. This place has been dubbed the Eerie. Completely impregnable.

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.

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!

I stared straight with eyes wide when a certain part of a wall actually was cut into two and parted sideways to show a secret room. “What the f... What is this?” I asked myself as I entered the white room. There was no furniture in it except for a sole gold candelabra sitting on top the unlit white-bricked fireplace. On each side of it, there were two small red buttons installed on the wall. For what purpose are they for, I don’t know, but I pressed the right one without a thought and saw a single-door unlocking on its own to reveal another room. I blinked a couple of times before sauntering inside it.

"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.

Valerie. The room they put me in was pale. Not white, I want to be specific about this, because white would have been a different quality, white had a clinical brightness to it, the brightness of a room designed for visibility and procedure. This was pale in the way of a room that had been designed to be without edges, without the specific demand of color, a room whose neutrality was its function. The walls the particular non-color of rooms that were supposed to not be anything, and were therefore, in their studied absence of quality, their own specific thing.

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.

I began as I moved towards the center of the room. “If you keep up with this, he’s going to bleed out and you’d have all wasted your time with him. Torture doesn’t need to have immediate effect, it can take a while—a few weeks or thereabouts, as long as it guarantees you results. White torture, also known as white room torture, is a kind of psychological torture in which the victim is completely isolated and denied any senses. A prisoner is confined to a cell that robs them of their identity and senses. It is most commonly employed in some remote places, but there is evidence that some influential wolf packs have also used it to devastating effects.”