The White Night Novels & Stories

The sky did not close. Even after Morrow disappeared into the clouds, the crack in the sky stayed there glowing, shaking, spreading like broken glass. Maria and Elias stood outside the ruined Archive, dust and wind swirling around them. “It’s not a storm,” Elias said quietly. Maria shook her head. “It’s her.” Far above them, light flashed again. Not red like Helios. Not dark like Nyx. White. Blinding white. Then everything went quiet. Too quiet.

Layla frowned at the word party. "You don't have to come if you don't want to",Riven assured her quickly when he noticed the panicked expression on her face. Layla went quiet, thinking about how a party would be. "Why is it called a black and white party?",she asked after contemplating it. "It's an annual ball that is thrown to honour the moon goddess",Riven explained. "The white is the colour of the moon, and the black is for the earth of the island"

The car and Thana entered it, dropped to the white van and even more shades at night. "The fuck, what does that look like, and why are you kidding, seriously, white van?" I said, and my friend annoyed me so kindly, that I was so smart that I wanted to send her to St. Peter. "I am helping you, and this is kidnapping. You know, the children are sleeping. Your decisions are not in the right mind, so do pregnant women." I looked down at Thana, and it was quiet. Act like she closed the zipper of her mouth. as if he could keep quiet for a few seconds.

Miguel scrolled further until a picture of the two appeared on the screen. He suddenly straightened up as his eyes locked onto Lilliane. His lips parted slightly as he stared at the woman’s face. “I know her...” he whispered to himself. The memory of the passionate night they shared came flooding back. The times he claimed her body, the moans and cries she made—these memories were still vivid in his mind. He hadn’t intended to have a one-night stand that night, but she had caught his attention as he watched the people dancing below while sipping from his glass of alcohol.

Vienna's POV: The wedding ceremony was being held on a moonless night. Unlike Camden Falls, where ceremonies were bathed in the moon’s silver glow, the Northern Pack believed that on such nights, the Moon Goddess took her leave from the sky to walk among her children. It was a beautiful thought—one that filled my heart with warmth, as did my reflection in the polished bronze mirror before me.

Tonight is about us. The first day is the purification ritual, the first step to our union which is the cleansing. My white fabric flows around me, weightless as mist. It clings to my skin like a whisper, soft enough to feel the cool night air pressing against my body but woven with enough silver embroidery to shine under the moon's watchful gaze. The elders say white represents renewal, a stripping away of burdens. It is a colour of beginnings and cleansing. I run my fingers over the stitching along the hem-waves and lunar symbols intertwined, an ancient design passed down through generations of Lunas before me.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"You mean the actual moon? In the sky?" Nia didn't look away from the bone in my hand. It was warm. Too warm. And it was still humming that sad lullaby, but only Elara and I could hear it. Elara had her hands over her ears now. "I mean the magic," Nia said quietly. "All of it. White, black, grey. Packs. Marks. Wolves who shift. Girls who heal. Boys who run fast. The songs we sing to call the pack. All of it came from her." She pointed to the bone. "The First White. She fell first. She gave herself to the sky so we could have light in the dark. Her brother —" she looked at the sleeping man, "— he fell second. He wanted both light and dark, and the sky punished him for it. Made him grey. Curse

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

It was chaos. Wolves were everywhere. Gray Silverfangs clashing with the black vests of the Iron Howlers. I saw flashes of fire—Molotov cocktails being thrown. I saw the hockey players near the gate, swinging heavy sticks wrapped in something that sparked with blue light. But my eyes were drawn to the tree line. Standing there, just outside the range of the floodlights, was a shape. It was white. Glowing faintly in the darkness. The White Wolf. He wasn't looking at the battle. He was looking up. At me.