White Nights Novels & Stories

After the door was opened, the first thing he noticed was how the lady in the black dress extended her hand to whoever was in the car. He noticed a hand clasping the lady in black's hand and one bare leg coming out and landing on the ground, followed by the other. Finally, he saw the entire body emerge from the car, and what he saw nearly caused him to pass out. At the same time, he was startled and shocked. The rumor appeared to be true; there was indeed a white witch in the club. As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black.

To sit there was to be the alpha of alphas and he needed that badly, for a million reasons, but especially for one. “I try not to think about Eldarna too much,” he responded. “We have been practicing. I am thinking we have bigger problems.” Nate dropped his glass, he needed to hear everything Avan had to say “What problems?” “There’s a white wolf here.” He waited to get a reaction from Nate but when he didn’t, he knew Nate had already heard “You’ve heard.” He said. “You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.”

“Shh… It’s okay, granny. It’s okay. I’m sorry that scared you.” ~ Meanwhile, Heidi paces the living room while biting subconsciously at her nails. She scrolls through the internet, searching for anything that could help, since she doesn’t have a number to call. One of the news headlines catches her attention, so she accesses the link and peruses the article. (It’s Black Saturday today, as an explosion claims the lives of White Group’s Chairman, Griffin White, and his husband, Tad White, at the White Braevalle Mansion in the early hours of December twenty-eight.

“The Shadow King unleashed an army of shadow beasts across this region. Entire cities were destroyed.” Luna felt the whispers again. Not threatening. Just… sad. Like echoes of forgotten memories. “Do they ever stop?” she asked. Cassian shook his head. “No.” A Stranger in the Dark Night fell completely. The twenty moons illuminated the wasteland with pale silver light. The expedition camp remained alert after the drake attack. Guards watched the horizon while the others rested. Luna sat awake near the fire. She couldn’t sleep. The whispers were stronger now. Then she noticed something strange.

It was chaos. Wolves were everywhere. Gray Silverfangs clashing with the black vests of the Iron Howlers. I saw flashes of fire—Molotov cocktails being thrown. I saw the hockey players near the gate, swinging heavy sticks wrapped in something that sparked with blue light. But my eyes were drawn to the tree line. Standing there, just outside the range of the floodlights, was a shape. It was white. Glowing faintly in the darkness. The White Wolf. He wasn't looking at the battle. He was looking up. At me.

Fallen Stars with their abundant fire red petals, Midnight Violets whose black petals were a warning not to eat them, they would kill you in seconds, and Luna Magnifica, pure white blooms as bright as the moon itself. It was a tranquil scene and the sounds were so peaceful I found myself dosing off. Soon I was dreaming, a long-forgotten dream from my childhood. A red wolf face near me its eyes locked on mine. I was afraid, but it seemed to be pleading with me. It wanted me to do something...

Although her white clan doesn’t kill with their powers, they can still defend themselves without killing anyone. “You are a white clan witch and you can’t kill with your powers lest you turn dark,” Stone spoke confidently with a silly smile written over his face. He giggled and then chuckled as he narrowed a scornful gaze on Bonnie. He's certain that any white clan witch that kills anyone with her power will automatically turn into a dark witch. Her white regalia and hair will turn black and everything about her will darken and they will not have keen attention to anything good or desire to be good. This is a part white clan witches do not what to walk on because it takes a thousand years to

Frozen. The sunlight was getting brighter. Not gradually—noticeably. The shadows on my wall were shrinking. I squinted at the window. The sky outside was not blue. It was white. A pure, flat, featureless white, like a sheet of paper stretched across the world. I got up and walked to the window. The street below was empty. No cars. No people. No birds. The trees stood perfectly still, their leaves glowing as if lit from within. The light had no source. It was just there. Everywhere.

He kissed me quickly. "I'll see you tonight!" he declared, before me leaving me to get ready. It wasn't soon later that my phone chimed, signalling a message from Maddie. Hey, so. I lowkey forgot 2 mention but 2nite is white night. What does that mean? It means we wear white... Shit Maddie! I literally don't own anything white! How did you know about this? Stevie told us @ the last meeting. U were 2 busy sucking face with Zac ;)

According to what Lina had told me, he was not part of the Pack, and the only thing I knew was that he was a bastard, the son of a werewolf, but not a werewolf himself. We continued toward the castle in a carriage. During the journey, I watched the landscape through the window. It was beautiful, with countless trees, many houses, and unfamiliar faces. But what caught my attention were the people dressed in white. All of them were wearing white, and they waved as we passed by. "Why is everyone dressed in white?" I asked John. He was sitting across from me in the carriage, watching me. "Because of you." I blinked. "Because of me? What do you mean?"