White Nights Novels & Stories

If he thought too hard about his Mastercard bill, that burger he ate would probably come right back up. He turned on the local top forty station and David Lee Roth blasted out of the speakers, singing “Just a Gigolo.” Riley didn’t really care what music was on as long as there was noise. Noise helped him think, which was reason number 108 why he could never live in a quiet little town like Smiths Hollow. Of course, Smiths Hollow wasn’t quite as quiet as advertised. During their conversation the previous night Nowak had casually mentioned that two murdered girls had been found in the yard of some old biddy.

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.

They scream in their heart, “Whatever happen, this place must be protected! Even we'll drain by producing more white mist...” They spread and weakened miserably, surround the glowing darkness with white mist. Shockingly, the white mist appead but then vanish like devoured by the darkness itself. This cause the white-dress women to shaken miserably, and they withered, their white body especially become a crystal clear and in the brink of fades away!

Layla frowned at the word party. "You don't have to come if you don't want to",Riven assured her quickly when he noticed the panicked expression on her face. Layla went quiet, thinking about how a party would be. "Why is it called a black and white party?",she asked after contemplating it. "It's an annual ball that is thrown to honour the moon goddess",Riven explained. "The white is the colour of the moon, and the black is for the earth of the island"

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

I looked out the window, watching people move about underneath the bright street lights. One thing I love about White Pack is that the night is always active. Although, a lot of shops and stores were closed, my guess was that it was because the full moon is only a few days away. “The pack is beautiful. Back at home, people always move around at night, just like here,” “That’s interesting,” I didn’t know what else to say. “When I finally get married to Alpha Waylen, I’ll make sure we have a lot of night carnivals. We always do that back home and it’s always fun,”

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.