White Nights Novels & Stories

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours truly.” Everly grinned and fist-pumped. “Also, I’ve started an all-new s

Perhaps for them, it would be like Maria descending into the catacombs so long ago. Regardless, Whitey made his way in the flickering candle light—which cast shadows on his family’s faces, and in those shadows he saw them gazing at him—to Maria’s side. He lowered himself to the dry concrete floor, gathered her stiffness into his arms, and waited for the Day of the Dead. ***

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

Can't wait to see you behind bars! I bolted for home. After texting a number that felt both familiar and strange, I stood in front of my mom's portrait, apologizing over and over. I lit a candle for her, then pushed the door open. There was Christina Harris, my sworn enemy, all decked out in a vintage wedding dress, smiling like it was Christmas. She grabbed my hand. "Come on, we've got a wedding to get to!"

As usual, he said gently, "Don't go too fast, Rachel. I've got your favorite cake and a surprise in store." It sounded like any ordinary day between us. I smiled, warmed by it. "I know." I hung up and prepared to move when the light changed, but the sharp roar of an engine exploded from my right. I turned just in time to see a truck loaded with rebars barreling straight toward me. Before I knew it, my world went black, and all I could hear was the screech of something coming to a halt. A loud thud thundered. Pain tore through my body as if a brutal force was ripping me apart.

The small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them. Above a faded zebra crossing, a traffic light frantically changed colours seeming rather like a disco light. A watchman snored comfortably on his dark brown stool under the protection of his shops' roof. Huge giant buildings stood beside the street, quiet as if taken over by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but the others were pitch black. It seemed like the clouds had gotten a sudden fascination to the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The moon's faint glow passed through them, colouring them white from grey.

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