White City A Novel Novels & Stories

Wyatt’s POV Most people believed danger announced itself. They expected alarms. Screams. Blood. They were wrong. Real danger was quiet. It hid in the smallest details. A single change in behavior. A difference in growth. One observation that didn’t belong. Those were the things that mattered. I adjusted the brim of my baseball cap as I crossed the palace courtyard alongside several maintenance workers. Coveralls stained with grease hung loosely over my clothes, and a worn toolbox swung lightly at my side. No one spared me a second glance. Exactly as intended.

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

Gwen’s POV: The Blackwood night was drizzling, wrapped in a thick, heavy fog. The main avenue stretched out completely deserted, devoid of a single soul. Standing beneath the yellow, flickering glow of a streetlamp, I looked up at the bleak, gray sky and gently ran my fingers through my white hair. Tonight, I was empty-handed and cast out, yet my chest felt lighter and more brimming with vitality than ever before. The ruthless world of Blackwood was out there waiting for me. But the fragile, weak Gwendolyn had already died beneath the lake last night. Now, a new chapter was officially beginning.

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

Lyra Alden stepped out onto the gleaming streets of Elysium, the city humming with life all around her. Above her, towering spires glittered in the sunlight, their sleek surfaces reflecting the vibrant energy of the metropolis. People passed by in a blur, their faces set with purpose—some hurrying to their next meeting, others lost in a trance, perhaps replaying a memory of something better. In Elysium, memories were more than just moments—they were currency. And no one knew their value better than Lyra.

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

Through the window, Ellen Saline looked at the villa, which was obviously worth a lot of money, and the garden, which had been meticulously tidied up. Elisa White had lived the life all women dreamed of. As a friend, she should be happy for Elisa White. If she thought back to her own poverty and lack of possessions,and she felt a little jealousy in her heart. Elisha White saw that Ellen Saline had not got out for a long time, and looked suspiciously at the car, "Elisha, what is the matter?" Ellen Saline came back to her senses from her fantasy and showed a startled expression, "Me, I am a little afraid of dogs."

I didn't know how to respond to Bernie, and in the end, I could only turn my back and leave. I can never argue with Bernie directly! I made my way back to the office, Emma saw that I was rosy again and breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't Mr. White have anything important to do this afternoon?" I tilted my head and asked Emma. Emma shook her head, gnawing on a piece of sour mango, and said, "Mr. White just needs to get ready for a business trip today. We have more free time. Look at Chloe! She's scrolling through F******k!"

He halted at the house, observed it for a moment and continued down to the large, white building. “What's so important about that building?” “The gold river, they call it.” “Why?” “If the stories are true, gold was discovered here at the bottom of the river.” “That's why, they call it a golden river.” “The building was painted in a golden color.” The drummer returned. She looked at them with a puzzled look. “I thought, that you have left,” she said after a break. “No,” Aster replied. “I found a great spot.” “Where?” “Near the willows.”

She wanted to tell her that a person must know how to be grateful and always remember to repay those who had helped her. Christiano didn't expect Gordan to have such a history. But why didn't those spies find it when he was investigating? "Xiaowan, is Mr. White's hometown the Huang Family Valley in City Z?" "Who told you that Mr. White's hometown belongs to the Huang Family?" "Isn't it?" Looking at her, Christiano asked in confusion. Adeline pursed his lips, put his arms around his knees, and said faintly, "Mr. White is from City Z, but his hometown is in the Bailin Citadel in Cloud City!"