The White Night Novels & Stories

"Even stronger than Two Bastions." He returned his stare to Principal Lyns as she continued walking nearer to them. "And I can only apologize… Sorry, Lucas, for what happened the last days." He was shocked. Maybe she was referring to that riot. He didn't want to remember that again. He was not in a mood already. "You don't know why Whites acted like that towards Asphoes," she continued walking. "So this is the perfect time for you to know." What? "Before the tenth year of the tournament started, White Day won its three titles already. We've found a way to continuously win all of the upcoming tournaments. But Aspho High put their eyes onto us…"

I said. The tower went silent. Riven’s head turned toward me, but his eyes were still rolled back. When he spoke again, the girl’s voice was weaker. “She does not know. Mira does not know. They told her the ceremony is in seven nights, but Selene ordered the white room prepared.” Althea made a broken sound. I crouched in front of Riven. “What white room?” Cassian’s face went still. That was answer enough. I looked at him.

I will mark her with scars that only I can give and that would be my parting gift before she leaves the earth, which I will make sure I strip her layer after layer, burn her with the fire of chaos. [Weeks Later] The night was extremely cold. The rain fell cats and dogs all day and when it was night the howling sound of breeze and the cold swept through the land. Another reason white Peak was highly referred to was the high snowing mountains. The golden bed creaked violently and a huge bulky form tossed from side to side unable to sleep.

Still watching, Karl saw Henry raise his hand, and make a forward gesture, Karl looked ahead and moved his horse, and his company followed. Eyes from every corner stared at the Night Witch as they rode into Strongfall. Considering their frightful reputation in battle, their very presence seemed to cast dread on the city. Further escalating this fear, and making a few wear an unsettling look on their faces, was the black flag of the Night Witch which had the white outlined drawing of a lady screaming with her eyes closed. This flag was called 'The Screaming Witch,' and it only flew when blood was about to be spilled. The host rode up to the Palace where thousands of knights in gleaming silver

Just this one night for me to live my life as it had been before. Just this one night for me to forget about everything that happened between these past few years and live like nothing matters anymore. Not that anything does anyways. Just this one night for me to get out of my shell, shielding me away from the world and have fun. Just one night for me to forget about the pain that I carry in my chest and the scars that have to remain permanently scarred to the depth of my soul. Just this one night. And after this night, I'm gonna return to my shell. Returning to being the quiet and the ever so miserable Dawn.

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

I follow his lead and get myself dressed up. Elizabella!!! We're having another shagali tonight in mourning/celebration of White Lion's departure from earth's soil to the mighty heavens. We are still dressed in our blue and white colors from before. Outside behind the castle, held near the villages is where we throw our festival. Bright lights and torches light the surroundings in the dark. Blue and white petals are thrown everywhere on the ground. Men and women come From everywhere to make it in time for our festival. There is food beyond compare and belief that every villager has taken the time to graciously prepare and donate, and decorations of maidens in white and other wooden sculpture

Her face turned red as she shyly leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him. The premiere was scheduled for 3:00 pm, and Noelle, Rowena, and Teresa prepared well in advance. Since this was the premiere of White Night, combined with the fact that Shirley was from Brookville and the film was a Hallowood production, the promotional event was massive. Noelle and her friends did not enter through the main entrance but were guided in through a side door with their invitation cards. Even so, Noelle could not help but notice the huge crowds of fans gathered outside while passing by the side door.

So the hill and the trees kept their time, and watched, and waited. And the man who’d brought the town back to life built a large house on the north end, a house that almost defied logic, huge and white and towering. Its upper windows glared at the hill but gazed benevolently down upon the creation of its owner—a productive, bustling paradise of workers. And from the hill, the daughter of three looked down at the dark-eyed princeling as he strolled about with sighs in his wake. She saw him, and she wanted him for her own.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.