Mystery White Marble Romane & Geschichten

he says, then when we come to a stop in front of a marble door, he barks at a soldier to open it. I look around the white room and notice that it is made out of the same material as the door. Inscriptions are etched into the stone on every surface of the room, and in the middle stood a flat black stone altar. I can see the legs of someone lying next to it but don’t know who it could be.

It felt less like a room and more like an entire floor claimed as a private domain. Centered around the elevator exit, the left side opened into a bar area—its countertop a seamless slab of white Carrara marble, softly lit from beneath so that the natural veins seemed to drift like mist; behind it, a full-height wall of glass shelving displayed an impressive collection of spirits, stretching from floor to ceiling.

His smile lit his eyes "I'm not surprised." And i can't look at him. The dark whorl in the leg of the wooden dining table is suddenly very intriguing. The linen-white of the asbetos. The wall behind it. I stare so hard that i'm just short of suprised the bricks and concrete don't cave in.

But to stop my fake bravado from collapsing, I refuse to look at them. We pass by seats. Servers. Celebrities. He doesn't stop. Banks doesn't walk us towards any of the long tables and for someone like him, even I know, he's not one to be punished. "Is that Mr Wellington?" The whisperings pick up again I look ahead and there's my fourth wonder. Right in front of us lies a grand space dominated by sweeping white marble staircases on both sides. "Is that his date?" "She looks familiar" "Is she an actress?" No. I work in sales. Well, used to.

Today, it was meant for just the two of us. Hundreds of candles were lit up in the entire room, providing an ethereal look. This was also the only room in the mansion that I’ve seen so far, made completely of white marbles. From the floor to the walls and the ceiling. Everything here was beautiful to a fault and purposely done so make any person feel calm. But my mind was restless; I was far from calm than I ever had been. There was a bed at the very end of the room, decorated with rose petals on top of the pure white silk sheets. And right next to the bed was a stand with a golden plate with a silver dagger on it.

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.”

Still I forced myself to smile at the attendant, returning the charming smile he flashed at us as he raised a black lever and ushered us in. Inside, the grandeur turned darker. The walls were made of black marble, a sharp contrast to the white outside. While the exterior white walls whisper opulence and purity, the walls inside craved darkness and spoke volumes of secret. There were thin lines of gold that looked like veins running with no particular order across the walls, catching and reflecting the lights from the chandeliers overhead.

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.

The guard lets out a grunt and waves us through, and Ellie pulls me as they step aside so we can enter the castle. And here, all my breath is caught in my lungs again. The main hallway—if it could be called something so simple and plain—is solid marble, emblazoned with more gemstones than I even imagined existed in the whole world. The wall’s marble is a shade of light gray, with dark black veining that is simply elegant. Inlaid into it are the gemstones of every color, shimmering in the light of the massive chandeliers above. The floor is of bright white marble with crystal clear veining that makes the whole thing glisten, with bright, clean carpet runners in the kingdom’s official shade: r

'If I ignore it maybe it will go away' The girl insisted. The manor hall was the place where the Malion family usually held banquets and held parties. A spacious room with marble floors and white pillars, the chandelier above was composed of beautiful crystals that glowed softly. The white roofs were carved with intricate and ancient carvings. Crimson curtains hung from the wall-sized glass windows. It took not a short time to make sure all the room was clean. Kiara mopped the marble floor with a water-soaked rag, making sure every inch was shiny and clean.