White Nights Novels & Stories

Southwards is the lake where I can make out the faint outlines of the Waterwolves homes. The Ironwolves and Firewolves have made their homes on the other side of the trainng ground, out of sight. I wonder if their homes look any better than these. It cannot be possible that these sagging homes are part of the proud Wildlands that I remember. Wet, rotten logs have been used to make the fires that fuel the smoke rising from the chimneys. There is no laughter, there are no no convivial drifts of voices that mark these clusters as homes. It is as if everything and everyone is dead. Nightime should be vibrant and active for werewolves. It's our time. And with the moon so close to full! Where is e

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

The air became silent, and still, no one moved. It had been the talk for the past few days. Something from the past had returned. Something with perilous intent for all of mankind. Her father's soldiers had been sent forth across the sea to battle these things, these whispers, and while everyone was scared to say it, they knew it was a failed voyage, and none of those men were fated to return. Not with the bodies the waves kept washing daily to the coast. The soldiers had been graced with the powers of the Whites, an untold force that was meant to keep them alive, but no one believed that was even a thing. Because they hadn't seen it used. But hell was about to break loose. And this danger,

Unfortunately, the two people ended up empty-handed. Ever since that day’s encounter, the Undead Queen seemed to have vanished into thin air. It was worth mentioning that Whitey woke up. Even so, its cultivation was under the suppression of this place. After it woke up, it still looked tiny and could not turn into the huge Whitey. However, once the night fell, it became a guardian angel. With Whitey around, they could see without light at night. Alex and Phoenix could sleep peacefully. In Sinless City...

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.

Alec, on the other hand, continues to stand in the shadows sulking. ‘Why does white have to be so bright? Wouldn’t black clothing be more appropriate to wear at the solstice?’ he pouts. I cup his face, ‘Oh Alec, it’s tradition to wear white to celebrate. Black would be more suitable for a funeral or an unpleasant event. The solstice is meant to be bright and colourful with lots of flowers and dancing.’ Alec grabs my waist and spins me around, pinning me against the shadows of the wall.

I looked out the window, watching people move about underneath the bright street lights. One thing I love about White Pack is that the night is always active. Although, a lot of shops and stores were closed, my guess was that it was because the full moon is only a few days away. “The pack is beautiful. Back at home, people always move around at night, just like here,” “That’s interesting,” I didn’t know what else to say. “When I finally get married to Alpha Waylen, I’ll make sure we have a lot of night carnivals. We always do that back home and it’s always fun,”

vault, once a sanctuary of white glass, was now a drowning chamber. I was on my knees, my platinum wings dragging in the rising silver tide. Every breath was a battle against the "White-Void" peaking inside me. It wasn't a baby anymore; it was a supernova wrapped in a heartbeat. The frequency was so high it was stripping the color from the air, turning the cavern into a monochrome nightmare of gray shadows and blinding white light.

He let out a slow breath, clearly disappointed. “Tonight we will go to the mountains. She’ll feel better in her element.” “Fine.” My father stormed off, leaving me to play with Ghost. True to his word, Dad loaded us into his truck and drove us deep into Prince William Forest Park. Magnus rode in the front, and I was sandwiched between Diesel and Ghost in the back. A bright blue moon lit the brisk night air. “It’s the frost moon.” Ghost saw me studying the sky. “November’s moon feels off tonight.”

The bass from the main floor pulsed through the walls of the back room like a living thing. I had come to Club Eclipse alone because the apps felt empty and the usual bars were too loud for what I really wanted tonight. The flyer behind the bar had caught my eye: “Midnight Masked Play – Open Doors, No Names, Green Dot = Yes to Everything Except Pain.” I bought the black half-mask, had them stamp my wrist with the green dot, and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain.