White Nights Novels & Stories

Once he could see a little, he was stunned by what he saw and so was everyone else. Mercedes's body had risen in the air floating above them. Her body was limp and still luminous. The shocking part was the spectrals of the White Wolves that were floating around her. The golden runes on their bodies glowed brightly. Everyone was amazed by their majestic forms, including Felix. It was their first time seeing the great White Wolves, and they felt honored to be in their presence. Felix was worried. He thought the White Wolves appeared to take Mercedes with them. He was not going to let that happen, even if it meant that he would have to risk his life.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

White whispered. I looked up and saw another shattered moon, this time in two different colors: black and gold. I had no idea what that meant because I had never seen anything like it before. But my curiosity could not override my bleeding heart, with each breath feeling like a dagger to my chest and every movement aggravating the pain. Shadows could still be heard pursuing me from behind. I couldn't even tell which would kill me at that time. “They’re near Aria. We need to go quicker," White's words resonated in my mind, instilling pressure.

He took me straight to the car and scooped me gently into the backseat. I heard him whisper my name multiple times while he drove away. I didn't know where, but I was certain I was safe. And behind us, was Wet Nights-standing like a bloody empire, soaked in blood, haunted by screams that would never leave the walls. I hated the chaos but I loved the kill. I enjoyed it. It's my therapy.

he said, pulling up his sleeve to show the same tattoo as hers. “You remember.” She walked around the bar and placed two glasses between them and poured whiskey. “Always.” Caden softly tossed his glass to hers before downing it in one go. She tried to do the same but stopped midway, surprised by the heat warming up her throat. She would never get used to whiskey. Or maybe, it wasn’t whiskey that made her all warmed up and giddied. Twelve years have passed since they last saw each other, yet it felt like only yesterday for Gianna.

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

[The Silence of the Stone] The world didn’t end with a scream. It ended with a breath—his breath, hitched and shallow, ghosting against the hollow of my throat before the light took everything. I woke up in the white. It wasn’t the sterile white of a Macau lab or the blinding white of the spire’s overload. It was the soft, muffled white of a mountain winter. The snow was falling again, thick and indifferent, burying the charred remains of the obsidian needle beneath a blanket of cold mercy.

Shadow and silver mixed into something terrible and beautiful, and the woman, the White Luna, began to destroy them all, wolves and vampires alike, her face streaming with tears as she killed the children she'd tried to save— I jolted awake, gasping, my sheets soaked with sweat. My dorm room was dark except for the pale morning light creeping through the curtains. My alarm wouldn't go off for another twenty minutes, but there was no point trying to go back to sleep. Not when the dreams were this intense.

“That’s what the Protection Grounds are for. The wolves are taken there, bound, caged in barriers so thick that not even an Alpha could break through. They’ll rage and fight all night until the moon sets. But they won’t touch us.” Maren nodded, though uneasily. “Still… the sirens aren’t just for show. If anyone goes out there, even by mistake…” She trailed off, swallowing. “You don’t survive a wolf under the White Moon. They don’t even know who you are. They just kill.” The dorm rattled as another thunderous roar split the night, louder, deeper, more monstrous than anything Seraphine had ever heard. Her blood ran cold. “What was that?” she whispered.

At what time Gwyneth will wake up from slumber and regain consciousness no one could tell. No one slept a wink that night. What if they were dying in sequence? What if each one of them is meant to go. *** A pale, haunting moon hung like mistletoe in the coldness of the night sky. Stars threaded into the clouds were darkened by the pollution of the city and the lights of misfits after dark.