White City A Novel Novels & Stories

Let them rot. "Dream on," I said coldly. I didn't wait for their reaction. I turned and walked away, heading straight for the pack's forbidden grounds—the Core Magic Circle. I was leaving this hellhole, but I wasn't leaving empty-handed. In the center of the shimmering magic circle lay a small, white piece of bone. It was my mother's finger bone. She was the previous White Wolf, and she died protecting this pack. She left me nothing but this bone, which acted as a battery powering the defensive barrier of the territory.

White’s head. He stared blankly at the white figure in front of him, not even screaming in pain. He just slowly raised his hand and touched his head. His palm was wet. Blood. Everyone froze—including the woman in his arms. What just happened? Had she lost her mind? Did she really dare to touch Mr. White, one of the most famous figures in Phoenixfell City? Was she tired of living?

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

The moment I did though, it popped open, just to reveal the last thing I thought I would see. White. White walls were the first thing that greeted my eyes. All around me the bright color, glowed, while it burned the corner of my eyes. While I had no idea where I was, I realized there was something off about the walls. If I was being honest, they looked more of mirrors than walls. What was going on here?

There’s no hint of emotion in my voice. I don’t want there to be. Not with her. “That story has been killed,” Ruby answers. “Although, I thought the title Black Ties and White Lies was pretty fucking epic for the name.” I grunt. I wouldn’t hate the title if the article on the center of the website tomorrow wasn’t originally planned to out everything that’s transpired between Margo and me. All the lies included. I’d be fine with the world knowing the lies I’d told to get her, but I don’t want Margo’s name anywhere near it. Especially with how big tonight is for her. I don’t want anything clouding it tomorrow.

Mr White tried his best to take it all in , now his tears had stopped flowing, all that remained was just a heavy burden on his chest and the forever guilt he'll live with . Knowing that while he was busy taking over a powerful dynasty , getting married and being celebrated . Noel was fighting for their child and died in the process , he took the folder and put it in his safe to protect the information. “ Thank you so much for your work ” , “ just doing my job sir ” the P.I said . Mr White forced his kind out of the fog that had clouded his thoughts and took out a checkbook writing a hefty sum as payment for the man's good work .

She hated this place. Not just for the cold — though the cold here wasn’t a thing that bit and then went away. It was a slow invasion, a thing that crept into her blood and made her wonder if her heart was still beating at the right speed. But worse than that was how the White erased the world. No color. No smell. No movement unless you made it yourself. The White didn’t just hide things. It made you question if they’d ever been real.