White Nights の小説・ストーリー

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

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.”

One document led to another, and then another, until we found references I'd either overlooked or dismissed the first time. And our findings revealed something I would have never expected. The White Wolves possessed a strange power to enter a deep sleep that resembled death, a state they could remain in for decades and even centuries. “That's new,” Theo said, looking at me. I dragged a hand slowly through my hair as the full weight of what we'd just uncovered finally settled over me. “Fuck.” For several long moments, I couldn't bring myself to move. My mind was already racing, trying to make sense of a discovery that had just turned everything upside down.

Did we win?" Bianca’s voice was a dry rasp. Her lungs burned with the taste of ozone and scorched copper. She tried to move, but her muscles were lead. The white light was still burned into her retinas, a ghost-image that refused to fade. "Dante?" No answer. Only the whistle of the wind through the tower’s steel skeleton. The hum was gone. The Source was dead. Below them, the city had turned into a graveyard of black glass. Every window, every streetlight, every glowing billboard—dark.

But she hadn’t imagined wearing anything that remotely resembled a wedding dress. And here she was, sheathed in the most devastatingly beautiful bridal dream known to women. The dress was sizzling white with a superb beaded Elizabethan collar, the whole covered with magnificent embroidery and even sweeping down into a small train. Her mistake had been protesting the unsuitability of such a gown within Demis’s hearing. She had never dreamed he would even interest himself in what she wore. “Dear, all my wives wore white,” Demis had interrupted loudly. “It’s part of the show…”

The white haze was fur. One soldier’s helm had rolled off him. He’d probably undone his chin strap and been lazy as he rode in the night. It cost him dearly as a falling white furred paw sent him to see if there were any gods out there or not. The helm of the other soldier didn’t help him, though, as the beast used both hands to slap either side of his head and render the Legion short one more man. Once the clubbing blows of the ivory beast pulped each soldier’s head, the fright on two legs turned to look in August’s direction. August came to understand why he couldn’t act. When the blue eyes of the creature focused on him, pupils growing smaller, August tore his look from that scene back to

The Werewolves believe that a spirit that is guided by bright or white color, will become a good spirit…on the other hand, if they accompany it in a dark color…the spirit will bring disaster and bring badness, a great calamity. In the middle of the area, Robina's body is already dressed in white clothes and covered with a white cloth, she is placed in a large bamboo divan and placed in the center of the circle of participants in the ceremony. As it is getting late, several torches are lit. The sun is still shining faintly, its dark orange glow making the situation even more depressing. Ronan looked at all the faces present…and he could tell that many people are saddened by Robina's passing…t

Two white wolves look out at their family–the family they built–as their children and grandchildren open their eyes again, taking a breath, then another, then… another. And as morning dawns, and the stars fade completely, a great white light is the last thing I see before I submit to the darkness thrumming through my body. Two white wolves say goodbye, and join their ranks among the last of the fading stars. Cole squeezes my hand.

The dead wolves, mutilated and killed His dead mother's body, found close to the forest The white wolf, found unconscious close to the border Her crescent tattoo. What if all of these random events were somehow connected?

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.