Mystery White Marble Novels & Stories

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

Every shelf remains perfectly aligned. No broken display cases, when I walked in there had been no signs of forced entry either. It had all been too clean and Professional but there’s always traces. The trick was knowing where to look. My eyes settles on the pedestal again. Marble and In layer in Polish, Reflective enough that a careless person would’ve leaned against it without realizing they’d left microscopic oils behind. I slipped a small blue penlight from my clutch,its narrow ultraviolet beam washed over the surface as it glazes over the box searching for the invisible.

She has no idea what she means to me. I unlocked the door. It opened up into a huge formal foyer. The floors were white marble. In strong contrast, the walls were black marble with gold veins running through them. The doors were stained dark mahogany. They were heavy, to say the least. Myla was looking around as if she had never seen anything like it. I had left the lights on in the foyer so it would not be so dark when I returned. I didn’t know at the time it would be over a month later. “It’s beautiful,” she was looking at some of the art designs on the walls.

I reassure myself that tomorrow we’ll be out of sight and out of mind - lest our presence ruin the aesthetics of this very special event. We trudge to the packhouse and my jaw drops in despair as I take in the ballroom they want us to scrub. The floor is white marble and requires a softer soap and brush… this makes it harder to get the desired shine and naturally takes longer too. My knees groan of their own accord.

"This one is in White Marble Estate." A smile immediately spread across my face. White Marble Estate. I had heard about it countless times over the years. People spoke highly of the neighborhood. Quiet. Exclusive. Low density. Family-oriented. Safe. Everything I was looking for. "I can come," I said. "Great. Let me give you the exact address." "Please do." "It's House Fifty-Nine, road one." I grabbed a pen and scribbled it down. "Got it." "I'll meet you there."

I don't mind at all," I immediately replied. After walking through the main gate, we entered the inner yard. I can't believe the Mcadam mansion would be this big. The glistening white marble mansion stood tall under the glowing lights of lamposts. It was giving vintage vibes with the two marble statues of angels decorated either side of the entrance. As soon as I stepped inside the mansion, my eyes were focused on the interior of it. I couldn't take my eyes off the exotic paintings hanging around the mansion's inner hall. The staircase was of white marble crafted in exquisite designs.

I doubt I was one at all. Demetria was still startled by her discovery. Together with Elena they had no doubts about what they found. White marble could not be a coincidence. Those tombs belonged to the white dragons. It seemed that this castle was built by them, or at least the secret passage. ~ I am wondering if my father is aware of this tomb.~ Demetria asked Elena, who was as excited as her.

Hubert's expression became particularly solemn, his brows involuntarily furrowing. Some mechanism was triggered, and a niche opened on the wall. Hubert reached in cautiously and retrieved a white jade object. Logan's gaze was immediately drawn to it. The object was a round white jade phoenix that emitted a gentle luster under the lights. The jade was flawless and clearly of top quality.

She followed Angie like a lost kid and turns every corner she turned to. The long hallway walls were bright in color with white embroidery. They were beautiful, it was the first time she was seeing this castle with interest. The grey and white marble floor beneath their feet felt so soft and smooth. Everything corner of the castle was different, covered with beautiful mild times of colors to dark shades of grey. The look was mixed, the modern feeling, the royal sceneries, the ancient sculptures with a touch of vintage embroidery.

Was this the power of purification? Upon closer observation, the greyish moss-covered stone was now white. Was that made of marble? It was quite an expensive stone, and the fine craftsmanship required to chisel such a precious rock must have been expensive. The townsfolk must have respected the fairies a lot. What made them abandon the creatures they respected?