White Nights Novels & Stories

The firelight flickered against the rafters, shadows stretching and twisting like they were moving on their own. Ronan stayed where he was, watching the door. The howl came again—closer now. And Kaela knew the White wasn’t going to let them have a quiet first night. *** The White is creeping me out already... Am I the only one? Please leave the comment. ***

He knew that when the sun dipped below the horizon and night fell, she would head for that water. ​Ethan would not stop in his quest for the book Scarlett held, and Alex would do whatever it took to keep her safe... even if it meant breaking the laws of the pack. ​As night fell, a profound silence blanketed the camp while everyone slept. With careful steps and knowing glances, Scarlett and Leslie slipped out of their tents, heading toward the lake under the starry sky. They didn't realize that, from a distance, a large wolf was following them through the shadows. It was Ethan, who had decided to watch Scarlett from his lupine form, his eyes fixed on his target.

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.

She could still feel the exhilaration of running with Kail in the woods. Bright sunlight. A never-ending light. She smiled at the thought that perhaps this would last forever. Silje smiled often nowadays. She secretly wondered if the dark cloud in her heart would completely disappear one day. The white nights of July. It seemed like winter would last forever, but summer had arrived. The Scandinavian summer. “The white nights will begin in July. The midnight sun is a natural phenomenon that occurs in the summer when the sun remains visible during midnight. There will be various summer festivals…”

Haley The scene is changing before me and it’s utter chaos as wolves and witches are fighting for their lives. The ground is littered with dead bodies and the snow is no longer white but red from all the blood that has been spilt. It’s like a scene out of a war movie. “Dark Moon attacked just as dawn approached. The white witches are not as strong when the sun rises and the dark witches took advantage of this. Even though we united the packs we were still no match for Dark Moon. The white witches were out numbered and only one survived.”

Twilight fell: the grayish-white moon shines brightly causing the silver tiny stars to show up in few. Nocturnal animals begin to start their night task; even the human on their shadowy job. In a small convenience store where Zitrey was in. There's a four-person in black-masked that only covered their eyes entered the said store. One of them nervously changes the sign 'open' to 'close' and followed his mates.

“She is a woman in white.” “That’s just… ghost stories, daddy,” Aislen turned her head. The woman in white stood on the other side of the road watching them go. She did not act as if she needed help, Aislen told herself. But it was still very strange and her dress… “She was dressed strangely.” “She was strange head to foot,” Cameron replied. “What are white women?” “Woman in white,” Aislen corrected him, glad to be able to distract him from his terrible sorrow. “They’re ghosts of women who have committed suicide due to unfaithful husbands or lovers. They like to find a man and drag his spirit back with them.”

The light hit the milky film, but the pupils didn't contract. " The Witch," Nergal whispered. Spittle gathered at the corner of his mouth. "The Moon Bitch. She came down. She didn't use a knife. She used the light. She burned the world out of my head." He began to rock back and forth. His spine hit the tin wall with a rhythmic bang, bang, bang. "Too bright," Nergal moaned. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "It’s always white. Even when I sleep. White fire. White noise."

I mumbled, which immediately awarded with a death cold stare speared through my face. The sound of a creaking door caught my attention, and I hadn’t even stopped in front of a room. Not an actual oubliette. Yet that doesn’t make things sound reassuring because the moment we stepped inside, my blood ran cold, and my air instantly vacated my lungs. This room. This very white room is what had been plaguing my nightmare. It is as blindingly painted white as I have seen in my hellish dream, and all I could see was the image of my bloodied self hanging on a chain.

White howl, anointed howl, First Mother howl, that made northern lights flicker green pink white and made ice under Harlan truck crack loud and made Council thermal drones short out and made fifteen white wolves behind me howl with me and made Jax break free from their hold and run across ice toward us, four lines blazing like small suns, faster than any Guardian should run on ice that kills Guardians who break scatter. Harlan fell back into truck bed, scrambling, shouting, “Kaden, help me! Lena, get net!” But Kaden was looking at me, at my white hair and white eyes and burned hands healing, and his empty eyes filled with tears for first time since Lena marked him, and he whispered, “Amelia—