Mystery White Marble Novels & Stories

Jacob gestured for us to go first and stepped aside. My eyes widened as I beheld a fountain positioned in the center of the vast foyer, natural light streaming from the ceiling and illuminating it from above. The fountain was enormous and truly remarkable! I had never encountered such a detailed and beautiful fountain before. The statues and orb were meticulously carved from the finest white marble, with shimmering golden flecks adorning the surface. I stepped forward, drawn to admire it up close, eager to touch the smooth marble with my fingertips. My gaze settled on the centerpiece—a woman perched on a platform, encircled by four Lycan wolves.

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war. “I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated. “No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”

"Well then, Mr. Lin Yang, you seem remarkably composed. Your ability to conceal the truth and your emotions is quite impressive." His eyebrow arched in surprise. "Pardon?" he responded, intrigued by her observation. Mia maintained a composed smile on her face. "Yesterday, I spent the entire day on the island. I sensed the aura of a Magical White Wolf, but it differed from that of our leader. According to my rules, no one can enter the island without my knowledge. Only those with one of the four jades can gain entry. I discovered that white jade was used, a stone possessed by the White Wolf Leader."

I had an inkling that Alpha Xavier’s home would be nothing short of ostentatious, and as we walked through the massive set of front doors, I quickly realized how right my assumption had been. Domed ceilings towered over our heads, framed with beams of sparkling silver. Chandeliers of metal and crystal, twisted into intricate works of art, paved the way through the crowded foyer. White marble flooring, white walls, white carpets, stern looking busts carved from…you’ll never guess…white marble. Funny how those with so much blood on their hands insisted on living in a place where something as small as a speck of dust would look like an ink blob. As I followed Olive and Delaney through the sea o

The maritime museum displayed treasures from various countries and eras, and it was rarely open to the public. This was Tabitha's first time stepping into such a place, and her eyes could hardly take it all in. Without realizing it, she fell behind the crowd, slowing her pace and pausing in front of each antique to examine them closely. What she found most captivating was a jade sculpture, pure white, radiating a gentle luster under the lights. Its texture was flawless, as if it had been carved from a single, perfect piece of jade.

Ela smiled. “We are not that shallow.” I noted as he nodded and kept walking. I looked around at the splendor, everything was made of marble. The walls and columns were white marble, and the floors were black marble, everything was cleaned to perfection, we followed him down a long hallway that was open to the courtyard, even the courtyard cobblestones were black marble stark against the greenery and flowers that lined the walkways and entrances. As beautiful as this place was, I missed the forest, everything here was a little too organized for my liking.

The floor didn’t dare echo. The study was white to the point of cruelty: marble floor to ceiling, corners that didn’t dare collect dust. Busts watched from the walls—Marx, Nietzsche, a young Schopenhauer—philosophers repurposed as sentries. On backlit shelves, rare liquor glowed like captured embers: Macallan Adami 1926, Dewar’s Double Double 37, Bache-Gabrielsen Sérénité. Bottles that tempted thieves more than thirst.

It even feels expensive. My eyes find the bath and my breath gets knocked out of my lungs. It’s so fancy. How could anyone ever use this bath? It should be on display in some art gallery. It’s a pinkish/ White marble free standing bath with gold legs. My gosh. It’s so cute…

which was not only designed with first-class taste under Frost's supervision, but also constructed at a rapid pace, and the quality of the project was also top-notch. The park's gate was just two seemingly casually placed white marble slabs, but in fact, they were the most expensive marble in the world, at 500 dollars per square meter, from India, the same mine that produced the famous marble used to build the Taj Mahal. It was as white as jade, because it contained calcium and no iron, so it not only wouldn't change colour, but it would also become shinier over time. These two marble slabs had not been finely polished and still retained some of the traces left during mining, but they looked

He smirks and waves his staff around a bit, and a simple, but very elegant board appears. The board was a grid of pieces of the labradorite as the dark tiles, white marble with dark grey lines running through it being the others. There was a line of the golden Damascus around the edge of the grid. Outside of this was a white quartz which was deep enough to hold the pieces inside of it, it’s perfectly smooth to the touch. Merlin opens it up, lifting the top on a hinge, and the cavity inside was lined with a deep blue velvet and there were little divots in it for each of the pieces. “It’s beautiful.” She rests a hand on his forearm, “Thank you so much. Please let me know if there’s ever anythi