White Nights By Fyodor Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

Vampires and werewolves had always been locked in a perpetual state of war. While vampire venom was lethal to some werewolves, it was Wolfsbane that truly endangered them all, leaving the werewolves at a constant disadvantage. Then, one day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born, marked with a distinctive white crescent on its chest. Remarkably, it wasn't an isolated event; soon, several packs reported the birth of similar white-crescent wolves. These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed.

The way he groaned when I sank down on him. The way he held me after. The way he tucked the sheet around me like I was precious. Sleep pulls at me, slow and heavy. Last thought before darkness takes me: *What are you doing to me, Nikolai?* The ceiling fades. The white colour turning to black. I drift. Still aching. Still confused. Still his.

on the dot. ‎My office is quiet, just the low hum of the AC and the faint traffic noise from thirty floors down. I’m at my desk, scrolling through Dmitri’s latest report on Lucien Hayes—another dead end, another ghost slipping through our fingers. The guy's like smoke, always one step ahead. I sip my whiskey, the burn cutting through the fog in my head. Sleep’s been shit since I came in early. I set the glass down harder than I mean to. Focus, Mikhail. Business first.

ENZO’S POV TWO MONTHS LATER White light seared through the darkness first. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t peaceful, it was just a blinding and merciless white light that made my skull feel cracked open. I floated in it, my lungs felt heavy, my body felt weightless and wrong. I didn’t feel pain yet, only a vast, echoing nothing. Then voices. A woman praying in Italian, low and frantic, rosary beads clicking like tiny desperate heartbeats.

Chapter 126 – The White Star’s Judgment The white star shone with a blinding, serene radiance in the nexus’s starfield, its light not warm or cold but absolute, like the final note of existence itself. Jessica led her companions along a path of pure, unblemished crystal, its surface smooth and unyielding, reflecting their weary forms in stark clarity.

Unfortunately, the two people ended up empty-handed. Ever since that day’s encounter, the Undead Queen seemed to have vanished into thin air. It was worth mentioning that Whitey woke up. Even so, its cultivation was under the suppression of this place. After it woke up, it still looked tiny and could not turn into the huge Whitey. However, once the night fell, it became a guardian angel. With Whitey around, they could see without light at night. Alex and Phoenix could sleep peacefully. In Sinless City...

I was downgraded to the nanny's room, a place I never thought I would sleep in. No complaints from me, though. I hit the sack early. However, even on that soft bed, nightmares haunted me. I was back in that mental hospital, reliving the daily torment. Those monsters did not care about my screams, just ripped at my clothes. I begged them, told them my family and my fiancée, Liliana, would make them pay. However, fighting back just made them worse, more vicious. They mocked me and said I was living in a fantasy.

The snow still fell outside the stone walls of the estate. It blanketed the estate in white silence, turning its violence white and its shadows soft. But inside the Dostoevsky household, nothing was quiet. The attempt on Andrei’s life had ignited a fire in the house—one that would burn slow, subtle, and deep.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

Their relationship doesn't begin well, but with time, it all returns to normal, to her perfectly happy life. Happiness, however, does not last forever. ***** Welcome to an action-packed, adventure-filled world of high school drama. In a world filled with Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and other supernatural beings. Take a trip with Josette down a path filled with laughs and tears, sacrifices and betrayals, love and hate. Discover The White Wolf's Sacrifice by reading my book.