White Out Book Novels & Stories

“The royal library doesn’t have a single book about white witches. Not one. That’s rather suspicious, as if someone deliberately put them away or destroyed them years ago.” I frowned. “And this book?” “I was only able to borrow this one from an old friend in the archives of the Silver Vale. It appears to have survived a fire, so some of the pages are missing. Others are too mutilated to be readable.” He turned the book toward us. “But what remains is clear. White witches all have a very peculiar hair colour — white. Glowing white. This is why they always covered their hair; it always gave them away. Elara has dark hair, so she cannot be a white witch. But she is something. The sealed power i

Wyatt’s POV Most people believed danger announced itself. They expected alarms. Screams. Blood. They were wrong. Real danger was quiet. It hid in the smallest details. A single change in behavior. A difference in growth. One observation that didn’t belong. Those were the things that mattered. I adjusted the brim of my baseball cap as I crossed the palace courtyard alongside several maintenance workers. Coveralls stained with grease hung loosely over my clothes, and a worn toolbox swung lightly at my side. No one spared me a second glance. Exactly as intended.

"You understand, Marcus. I cannot give you everything in this world, only you can get it amd knows it and you have to be careful or else..." "You'll be vanished in this Werewolf wolves." Seila put more woods on the fireplace. Then, the fireplace started lighting itself up and smoke is surrounding them. "Look at this book, Marcus. What's the color did you see?" "Definitely white." "You're wrong." Seila tapped the book that cause the thin dust on the top of its cover to fall off, showing the real color of the book which is black. "Anyone can make them self look like a clear paper, good as an angel, but it's just easy to cover up who they really are."

I immediately rushed towards the place where the book had settled, and then the pages began to flip on its own. I was silent, but was shocked when the pages stopped flipping as soon as the book reached the page that contained things about the white wolf. I immediately started reading the content, and my eyes widened. I was shocked about the whole thing. I needed to be woken up because this seems like a dream.

I watched her with an icy gaze, then let out a laugh. "Betty, you're really something." "What's that supposed to mean?!" she snapped, her voice hitting a higher note. I lifted my hand slowly, a faint glow gathering at my fingertips, and gently pressed it to Joseph's brow. "Ah!" Joseph's scream was bloodcurdling as he crumpled to the floor. Before our eyes, his skin started to rot, his once charming face then creased with wrinkles, his hair falling out by the handful. In mere seconds, he transformed from a vibrant young man to a gasping old man.

"Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him. ...

she whispered before I had the chance to ask before everything went black into a dreamless sleep. Stephen POV: After I let her friend take care of her, I went to take a quick shower. I tried to get the sight of her hurt out of my head, but I couldn't. I shouldn't have left her. I knew I should have brought my beta and delta, but I didn't think those damn things would attack tonight, of all nights. I let my mind drift to her wolf. Why is she pure white? I've heard of some being like that, but I've never seen it. It's very rare for it to happen, but then again, it's even more rare for an alpha to have a daughter so maybe that's why?

She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

BLAZE WILLIAMS Mum had been on my neck about when I was returning home. I eventually told her. Imagine my surprise when I saw Marcy waiting for me. It wasn't hard to spot her in their crowd of people. The one person in the crowd who had a strand of her hair dyed white was Marcy. The person who locked eyes with me smiled with her teeth, and waved at me was Marcy. The person I least expected was Marcy and she was right here, pretending this was normal.

As I stepped into my bedroom there was a light glow from the corner of the window seat. I edged my way over a little nervous. Only to see a book. A beautiful leather bound book. With a white wolf engraved in the cover. It was that giving off the glow. I picked it up and read the title. "Legends Of The White Wolves". My breath caught in my throat. I was frightened and nervous and not at all sure I wanted to know what was inside. I raced downstairs and launched myself into. "Lily's arms... '' What is it, my love?