White Nights の小説・ストーリー

"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.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

"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.

One such thing was Damien; he was out there somewhere, looking for me and hunting me for some unknown reason. But tonight has shown me one important thing. It has shown me that the safest place for me now is the Kingdom of the White Vampires. They are called White Vampires because of their fair skin. Damien is an evil wolf who does not give up easily, so I know he must still be hunting for me. And if the Wolves who attacked me are truly sent by him, then I am right.

she spat out. That piqued his interest. “Why did they take Clarissa and her mother?” He questioned adjusting himself on the horse he had come on. “A witch came with them,” Yomen’s eyes bulged. “And suddenly a white wolf came out from her.” “Stop talking.” The girl went silent immediately, her lips quivering in fear. “A white wolf, you said. Tell me, did this wolf glow in the moonlight?” She nodded her head furiously. Yomen looked up at the moon. “Not only did I find out that the whistling coven is still alive, the white wolf has finally shown herself,” his lips twisted into a sick grin.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

Sitting in my chair, a waitress brings us a wine list. For me the choice is inflexible, so I wait for Alcina to determine her drink. When we're done with that and return the cards, I look at the woman in front of me. “Alcina, do you like your holiday in Midnight Moon? You know you can stay as long as you want. Our hospitality is indefinite”, I tell her. “Does that apply to all Midnight Moon guests or especially to me?” she flirts. “By the way, how often do you have humans visiting? I thought werewolf packs were closed to our kind, you are like a cult that is kept a scrupulous secret."

Rain and Pine mixed with iron—the tang of fresh blood. Kael walked toward the East Wing. A silver arrow whistled through the twilight. SHUNK. It buried itself in a wooden post inches from his head. A scrap of human skin hung from the shaft, inked in dark, foul script: THE WHITE WOLF IS AWAKE. THE PURGE BEGINS AT MIDNIGHT. From the treeline came a howl—not a wolf’s. High-pitched, distorted, the agony of a spirit flayed. The Scavenger Pack. The Council’s irregulars.

Elise nodded, lips trembling. “You broke the pattern.” Her mother exhaled. The lines on her face relaxed. No chant. No spell. No final breath to mark the ending. Just stillness. Whitemoon – Outer Quarters, Later That Evening Smoke rose not from war — but from memory. Citizens of Whitemoon emerged from their homes like shadows from stone, blinking into a world that no longer obeyed silence. Old murals faded before their eyes. Songs that once praised the founding council now rang hollow, discordant.