White Nights Novels & Stories

"Blue is cold and calm, normally gives a feeling of lonely and sorrow; but white, white is tricky. They way you surrounded white with blue here, is a symbol of safety and peace, and the sweet you put in the white level is the perfect evidence." "Maybe I'm just fond of the night!" Kitty held up her arms in front of her chest, hinting the dark sky above their head. "Yeah, that's true. But you named it Winter Night. Winter is already cold. Why is your winter night in dark blue but with a soft spot that was sweet? This drink starts with sour but ends with a hint of faint pine sweet, it's not horror and pain, it's--" He suddenly stopped. "It's what?"

I was downgraded to the nanny's room, a place I never thought I would sleep in. No complaints from me, though. I hit the sack early. However, even on that soft bed, nightmares haunted me. I was back in that mental hospital, reliving the daily torment. Those monsters did not care about my screams, just ripped at my clothes. I begged them, told them my family and my fiancée, Liliana, would make them pay. However, fighting back just made them worse, more vicious. They mocked me and said I was living in a fantasy.

"There are stories. Most of them sound impossible. Entire settlements erased. Entire bloodlines gone. Villages burned by white fire." Several elders exchanged uneasy glances. "What is white fire?" Sienna asked. The elder turned toward her. "No one knows. That's what made it terrifying. Wolves survive ordinary fire. We heal. We regenerate. But white fire consumed everything." His voice lowered. "My grandfather said survivors described it as moonlight burning. Wolves turned to ash before they could shift. Entire territories vanished overnight. No bodies remained." The silence that followed was absolute. Then Everett finally spoke. "I've never heard any of this."

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

[Image: A woman with glowing white hair and void-black eyes looking through a mirror at a girl clutching her heart] ### The Dying of the Light Around us, the world I had just "freed" began to turn into a nightmare of technical errors. The grey grass, which had been soft and real, started to display "WATERMARK" symbols in a faint, translucent white. The sapphire wildflowers flickered like failing neon signs. Even the survivors in the distance—the shifters and the humans who had just begun to embrace—were freezing in place, their bodies becoming semi-transparent as if they were being "Un-Licensed."

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep, he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

She notices that his entire face and his hair are partly white and Auburn. He looked gorgeous even when unconscious. Avyanna bursts out into tears. “Stop Crying, Avyanna. He has fainted, not died”. A voice from the corridor speaks with an echo. The voice makes Elektra widen her eyes in shock.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

"But it's not over. There are still secrets buried within these shadows, waiting to be unveiled." I nodded, the gravity of the situation weighing on me. "We need to uncover the truth, Malachi. Only then can we truly break free from the darkness that engulfs Silverwood." A chill wind swept through the desolate streets, carrying whispers of ancient secrets. The town seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the impending revelations that lurked beneath its surface. Together, we ventured into the heart of Silverwood, delving into the depths of its hidden mysteries. The moon cast an ethereal glow, guiding our path as we traversed the familiar yet transformed streets.