Novel & Cerita Mystery White Marble

Almost as if the door wanted to tell us a story. A shaky hand reached for the knob and shoved it open. Sunlight streamed in from the vast windows on the other side. Crystal chandeliers hung neatly in a row at the top. Four of them. The floor was black and white marble. Walls were a muted grey with an opalescence to it. Paintings hung on the side walls. Every inch covered in them. Easels sat haphazardly across the room. A U-shaped working station made from the same black and white marble sat in the center. Hundreds of different paints lay on the top.

Mila said as Pence hand left her neck "I should have known that's the reason why you never really loved and treated me differently.." Nina said finally stopping infront of Mila with her cursed look and Mila furrowed her brows "Surprise.. to see me this urgly..just the way you wanted it right?" Nina said as her eyes turned red "Where is the carved stone you took? If you give us the answer...I'll spear your life" Nina said "Don't even dream..Even if i knew where it was, i would never tell you" Mila said and Nina smiled mischiviously

She walked through the large hall, her foot steps echoing a few times before fading out into complete silence. She walked past tall, white pillars that looked like they were carved out of marble. These pillars were so tall that their tops could not be seen with naked eyes. Their bottoms, however, were covered in a white, glowing mist, and the entire pillar was decorated with golden and silver paintings spiraling around them from top to bottom.

“…is it just me, or does the marble look like it’s glowing?” Branches of milk white stone wrapped around one another, heavy with jagged thorns that looked sharp enough to break skin. They were woven together to form the very arch that outlined the casino doors. “It’s so pale, it almost looks like moonlight.” Nox said in quiet amazement. “What’s next?”

Marcus announced, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. I couldn't resist asking, "So, where exactly are we heading?" A mischievous smile played on his lips as he replied, "You'll find out soon enough. It's a surprise." Marcus and I walked further into the distance until I noticed the shiny light of an exquisite white marble. I took in everything from the walls to the window and the glass, the view of it was simply mystifying. Marcus nugged at me to press the bell which I did. The door was open and the white floor beneath me seemed to stretch a distance.

The mansion was a tomb made of white marble. It stood on a hill overlooking the city, enormous and sterile, its windows tall and narrow like watchful eyes. People admired it from a distance. They called it elegant, timeless, powerful. Inside, it was silent in the way hospitals were silent, not peaceful, but watchful, as if the walls themselves were listening for mistakes. For Mary, every day was a lesson in how to disappear while still breathing.

It felt as though the realm existed solely to absorb the pain and despair of those who sought me, offering them peace and comfort in return for my own growing emptiness. I sighed, letting my gaze wander around the room. The walls were crafted from gleaming white marble, their polished surfaces catching the faint moonlight that seeped through the tall, arched windows. The floor mirrored the same pristine marble, cool underfoot, while the ceiling rose high, its intricate patterns blending into the purity of the room. Every furnishing followed the same motif: curtains of flowing white silk, a vanity carved from pale stone, and a bed adorned with delicate white embroidery. Even the comforter tha

And then, suddenly, I was somewhere else. I stood barefoot on marble, cold against my skin. I was in a vast corridor of ivory and alabaster. The walls shimmered like moonstone, casting reflections that danced even though no flame burned. Everything around me pulsed with power—like the air had secrets etched into it, secrets too old and too sacred for human tongues to name. And then I saw her. The White Lady. Again. She stood at the far end of the hall, back turned, robes like smoke trailing around her, whispering against the marble. Her silver hair flowed in waves down her back, and her hands, clasped behind her, radiated a light that didn't cast a shadow.

he said pitifully. Although Louisa was thankful and grateful, she still couldn't believe the man was just a mere Hunter. Once again she rolled her eyes round the building, it was a luxurious building painted in white, on the wall hung a blur painting that seemed to be a family portrait. Five royal chairs placed at each corner of the living, the floor glittered so much that she could see her face on it. Antiques and ceramics porcelain filled with marble stone shones very close to her,she dug her hand in the pot and examined the stones, they definitely weren't ordinary Stone.

The interior halls of the castle complex were vast with high arched ceilings. Again, a mixture of maurium and stone accents provided the opportunity for some artistic variation. The ornate stone work and marvel floors along with the decorative metal mesh which was found throughout the halls left the feeling somewhere between a medieval cathedral and a modern courthouse. The maurium was a centerpiece, from the luminescent purple cracks in the gray marble to the glow of the purple lamps, orbs of light hanging from the ceiling and ensconced like torches on the wall, to the small, carefully crafted gems which lined the halls, all was to show the prominence, power, and versatility of the fine mat