White Album 2 Visual Novels & Stories

After making sure that the man was out of her sight, she snapped a photo. GRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLL! Jade dropped her phone in surprise as a disembodied roar filled the hall. She looked around her, confused to see the other visitors looking undisturbed. What the hell was that? She hastily returned her phone to her bag, determined to leave the museum. But something else had caught her eye. Turning back to the painting, she stared in shock as the very stationary picture started to move. Jade blinked once, and then twice. She rubbed her eyes just to make sure that she wasn’t seeing things.

They had overstepped their boundaries one too many times. The folder Mateo spoke about lay. on my desk just like he had said he left it. It had a blue jacket and a half-moon crest. The Visual Clan, what sort of pack of wolves were they anyway?" I wondered as I opened the file. Images of brown wolves mixed with black wolves in the forest where the note in the folder stated was our pick-up point. There was something in the image that wasn't clear, it was almost blurred out. There was a faded figure inside the forest amongst the trees, it was white, almost transparent to the eyes.

he promises. He waits for Alcina to leave too, before stretching in the grass. Time for a nap until the White Wolf returns and he joins her for an in-depth conversation...

“And now, I told you guys once that I’d be doing a public appearance while promoting the movie for ‘White Angel’. Well, I’m going to let you guys, help me pick the one destination, and one alone... So, tell me in the comments if I should go to ‘Comic Con’ in Chicago or ‘Fantasy Con’ in Boston. You have 24 hours to help me make a choice. Until next time, remember to free your imagination and let the journey begin!” As usual, Everly sent the video over to Erik for editing before she posted it on her channel. When he sent it back, she watched it through and saw that the last part of the video had been cut off. “That’s weird…” she said to Daisy. “Looks like the last part of the vlog, the one abo

Wishing you both a lifetime of joy! I read his well-wishes, a bitter laugh stuck in my throat. After a heavy silence, I sent him an encrypted video with a stern warning. [This is a special video for Jane's eyes only at the wedding. Keep it under wraps, got it?] Once he confirmed, I collapsed onto the bed, my heart heavy. Seven years of love, rotten from the get-go. Hearing Jane's voice with Max was the last straw. I was done. I tracked her phone to a hotel room and called without a second thought.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

Yet the screaming continued. Slowly his vision cleared and the afternoon light returned. Samnom’s face dropped in horror. Grayo sat on the floor, his back against the wall next to entrance of the shop. He was screaming endlessly, his voice as shrill as a woman’s. Samnom looked down and saw his hands. They were covered in blood. As he noticed his hands, his other senses seemed to come to life. He smelled burnt flesh and looked around. Almo lay on the floor, his face was blistered and black. Burnt. His left eye was closed and his left arm lay on the ground. He was catatonic. But when he saw Samnom looking at him he began to scream along with Grayo.

We were immediately met by an attendant who beamed a dashing smile at us as we looked around. "Welcome to The Eclipse, beautiful ladies. How many we serve you today?" "Quite a strong theme," I said as I looked around. Just like outside, they were sticking strongly to the eclipse theme. The inside was painted black and every furniture was also black. Soft lighting from chandeliers, candles and even oil torches lit up the interior. It was a cool, but warm ambience and the lighting was just right. Not bright enough to deviate from the theme but just bright enough that we wouldn't need to rely on our werewolf sight.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.