Motionless In White A-m-e-r-i-c-a Novels & Stories

Unlike her usual cold demeanor, her face was deathly pale, her eyes wide with dismay as she looked at the shattered door. But the moment Mr. Miller’s oppressive pressure swept over me, a proud, icy current deep within my veins surged upward, completely neutralizing the suffocating tension in the air. I stood tall. Under the fluorescent light, my short, freshly trimmed, and bone-straight hair gleamed as white as snow, contrasting sharply with my worn-out hoodie.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.

“ We saw Merilla pass through with a young woman. She had snow-white hair and eyes as blue as the sky.” The description made my heart skip a beat. Who was this girl? Why had Merilla, Luka’s mate, brought her here from the human kingdom? How had she been able to pass through the barrier that separated our worlds? The questions buzzed in my mind like angry bees.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

The photo was marked with a symbol she’d seen once before. A white vulture, wings spread. Blood dripping from its beak. La Morte Bianca. Two Hours Later — Rooftop Training Ring Amara punched harder than usual. Each blow cracked through leather and silence alike. Luca leaned on the ropes, watching her tear apart the heavy bag with methodical fury. “She’s alive,” he said. “I know,” Amara replied, breathless. “But they’re using her.” “You’re thinking bait.” “I’m thinking trap.” She hit harder.

He left immediately, followed by the policeman he was talking to. Ameira quietly entered the crowd to see the three corpses properly. Ameira saw Casya come near them. As she observed the men's bodies, she ignored the woman. Ameira's eyes widened and she almost gasped at what she saw. "LETTER A? DARK SNAKE?!" Ameira and Casya said in unison, both shocked.

"The 'White Man'... he said we were a mistake. Are we?" "We are the Beautiful Mistake, Hope," I said, walking toward them and kneeling in the snow. I took her hands in mine, ignoring the static that bit at my palms. "The West wants a world where nothing ever breaks. But if nothing breaks, nothing ever grows. We are the 'Too Much' energy that keeps the world from turning into a stone."

I said to Sienna, finally able to breath properly as she dropped the gun away from Athena’s head. Now, I could only hope Nathan and Marcus got the memo. “Perfect!” Sienna laughed just as Athena’s jaw shook with tears. I ignored the pang in my chest, hoping to get her out of here before she gets hurt. I pressed the tiny button connected to my wrist watch, it was actually a GPS chip which points out your particular location and a message through morse code. I stepped forward to the altar, the priest shaking as he set the wine and stone of purity before him.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.