White Nights の小説・ストーリー

In the sky above, clouds hang low and unmoving, like the world is holding its breath. Is this what death looks like? A quiet world, untouched by time or warmth? I feel like I’ve been here before. In nightmares. In guilt. In the shadowy places my thoughts go when I can’t sleep. Then I hear it. A low growl. Followed by the pad of many feet—dozens of them—crunching softly, slowly. I turn toward the sound. Wolves. Not ordinary wolves. These are white. Larger than any natural creature. Their fur gleams like moonlight. Their eyes glow gold.

“She’s marked. It’s starting.” Vale’s voice dropped lower. “If the Council finds out—” “They already know.” My head snapped up. “What Council?” Neither of them answered. The air between them was thick with something sharp and dangerous—old grudges, maybe, or secrets I wasn’t supposed to see. “Get her out of here,” Ronan ordered, but Vale didn’t move. “I said—” The sky cracked again. This time, the light that spilled down wasn’t red. It was white—blinding, cold, divine. The wolves howled and scattered into the shadows. The tremor knocked me to my knees.

“That too.” ⸻ Outside, the night stretched over the world. Streetlights flickered, their glow pulsing faintly in rhythm. Somewhere far away, unseen satellites blinked in orbit, their signals syncing to a heartbeat that didn’t belong to any human. The ghost code of Julian Blackthorn still lived—fragmented, fading, but not gone. And in a forgotten motel on the edge of nowhere, two wolves slept side by side, unaware that evolution had only paused to take a breath.

Sebastian’s POV I entered White. The loud, pounding music and the thick smell of alcohol and smoke instantly irritated my senses, crawling under my skin. Werewolves and humans were drinking, grinding, and dancing, their bodies moving wildly to the deafening beats. The air was heavy, suffocating, thick with sweat and lust. I dialled Laura’s number, but she didn’t pick up the phone. I scanned the area, looking for her. Some couples were already kissing hungrily, touching each other shamelessly. I spotted fingers crawling under dresses, women slipping their hands inside men’s pants, stroking them boldly in plain sight. At one table, a girl was already straddling a guy, riding him wildly, her sh

⸻ Then— A faint light appeared deeper within the tunnel. ⸻ Not lantern light. Not fire. ⸻ White. Cold. Artificial. ⸻ Elias froze instantly. ⸻ “No…” he whispered. ⸻ Damien’s eyes narrowed sharply. ⸻ “What is it?” ⸻ Elias stared ahead like he’d seen a ghost. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ The white light grew brighter. Closer. ⸻ Then a voice echoed through the darkness ahead. Calm.

She lunged at Aria with a snarl that shook the cabin walls. Aria shifted almost immediately. Nova surged forward, the last of the wolfsbane burning away as the White Wolf erupted from her skin, massive, silver eyed, her white fur blazing like fresh snow under moonlight. The two wolves crashed through the cabin door, splintering the wood, and tumbling into the cold night air outside. Selene scrambled to her feet, her golden eyes wide. "Impossible," she snarled. "The wolfsbane should have killed your wolf. Or at least destroyed you.

At midnight, I gave up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The floor was cold under my bare feet. The moonlight came through the window, pale and silver, painting shapes on the walls. I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. The mansion was different at night. The shadows were deeper. The silence was heavier. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch me as I walked past them. Twelve women in white dresses. Twelve dead brides. Twelve pairs of eyes that followed me down the hall.

Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. The white fur were all white wolves with crystal blue eyes and their wolf size was larger than any normal wolf. What distinguished them from others was their unique mark. It was a white crescent moon found mostly on their chest, wrist or back shoulder, and thus the name The White Crescent Pack. My heart skipped a beat and my hand clutched onto my chest where the mark was, involuntarily. No, no obviously no. I frantically searched for a picture

Noah asked. "Oh, right. They are just small insects,” said Azura. Lux, Azura, and Noah started to attack the hordes of their enemies. The enemies attacked them with firearms, while they only used their bare hands. Their agility makes the enemies unable to hit them. After that, Team Blue Starlight completed their task successfully and cleared all of their enemies. "What is this? Has their leader run away?” confused Azura. He felt odd about all of this. After that, Azura and Noah took the children one by one with them on the helicopter. Finally, left someone a little girl, she will be brought together with Lux. Azura and Noah were back in the helicopter. They told Lux ​​to go up immediately.

It was fucking terrible. As I left the lights behind, the buildings grew tall enough to block any moonlight. The darkness closed in. My eyes darted from every nook and cranny expecting... well I don't know what, to jump out, but something scary. It could be a bad guy or a vampire, or hell a wendiego. An image of a slender white body with a mouthful of pointed teeth plagued my mind. My throat tightened. I could feel that fear surging through me again.