Novel & Cerita White Nights By Fyodor Dostoevsky

The black hair on the walls began to retreat, sizzling as if hit by acid. "The light," Elodie gasped. She looked at the viewport. A sliver of pure, blinding white light was cutting through the amber shell. It wasn't sunlight. It was cold. Piercing. The White Moon had risen. "Victor, the Moon!" The charred ghost shrieked. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a forest fire being extinguished by a flood. It began to dissolve into gray flakes of ash, swirling toward the air vents.

The Next Morning Amelia's PoV The dacha didn't sleep. Not really. Too many walls had memory. Too many boots on the floor at odd hours. And in the silence that came after violence, everything echoed louder—creaking beams, murmured Russian, the soft metallic clink of weapons being reloaded somewhere out of sight. The quiet that doesn't soothe. It hums beneath the skin.

Lydia’s world went white. ***

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

Events place names. “ I’ll make a good story out of this, at least some use for sleepless nights.” Chapter 1 _ The wind, circling in an invisible waltz, brought fragments of intermittent echo. The sound was muffled, but at the same time deep. Small, barely noticeable ripples were spreading along the narrow nook of the quarter, everything that breathed with moisture. Lonely drops of water, resigned to the indifference to their presence of the whole world around them, fell off the roofs of houses, rare corners, garbage cans and other unpretentious furnishings, filled with a subtle rhythm. Cap. Cap. Cap, cap. If you stand in such a place for a long time, then you involuntarily begin to feel thi

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Darius whispered. The world went white. Not bright. White. The absence of everything else. I couldn’t see the boat. I couldn’t see my hands. I couldn’t see the black thing in my veins, but I could feel it screaming. The light was in my head. In my bones. It was trying to unmake me. I heard Elias-and-Jace roar. Not pain. Fury. Then the light was gone. And Darius was gone. The chains were on the ground. Empty. Burnt. The rock where he’d been was glass. Smooth. Reflective.