White Out Book Novels & Stories

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.

Several moments later he returned carrying a book unlike any I had ever seen. It had no title. Its cover was completely white. When he placed it in my hands, I noticed something even stranger. Every page was blank. Chaos looked intrigued. "I haven't seen that one in centuries." "What is it?" I asked. Order gently turned the first page. "A reflection." I frowned. "Of what?" He smiled softly. "A missing soul." Silence settled over the room. He looked at me. "Picture the one you're searching for." I closed my eyes.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

To hide away, and forget ever being related to him. Almost 21,even though I hated myself and this life I was given, I cannot escape from it only through death.I sighed, entering my Mercedes C300 luxury saloon car."Today was fun", I said to myself, turning on the engine.My mind went back to the art room. The new friend I made, What was his name again!? ...Jake De Walter...I smiled.He is... I couldn't find words to describe him. To start with, he is really tall. I had to tilt my head up a bit to get a glimpse of his face.

Boy, could I be more wrong! I arrived at Brians little after 8, walking in the back door I heard people talking, didnt think to much into it, since Brian had roomates. When Brian noticed I was there, he introduced me to his friends. Paul was black, about 5'6, slender build but with arm muscles, very attractive, Id guess in his early 30's. I had to be careful with the way I looked at him when I was introduced, Brian was very jealous, always had his eye on me. Brian's size was alittle intimidating, 6'4, 260 lbs, all muscle. There was also 2 females there, both were black, probably same age as Brian, very attractive. I never felt out of place around Brian's friends, even though I was always the

As usual, he said gently, "Don't go too fast, Rachel. I've got your favorite cake and a surprise in store." It sounded like any ordinary day between us. I smiled, warmed by it. "I know." I hung up and prepared to move when the light changed, but the sharp roar of an engine exploded from my right. I turned just in time to see a truck loaded with rebars barreling straight toward me. Before I knew it, my world went black, and all I could hear was the screech of something coming to a halt. A loud thud thundered. Pain tore through my body as if a brutal force was ripping me apart.

Chapter 14 Ella Whitmore ‘What's she doing here?’ ‘What does she even know about the books here?’ ‘I wonder why the alpha would bring a human here’ Whispers echoed behind me as I sat quietly in the Pack's library, reading a book about werewolves. I didn't lift my gaze. Didn't pay attention to them. I glanced through the book, my fingers curling tightly on it. I barely knew what they were saying in it. It was confusing.

“Because you’re his weakness now, whether you like it or not and because he killed our mother. You can use that passcode to destroy him in a blink, every damn thing about Leo is in there, it's called the White Book.” I swear my spine froze. My fingers went numb, and the sound of the chatter around us turned into static. “What? The White book? He killed your mum?” Her gaze didn’t flinch as she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. “Yes bestie, I'm sure you must have heard of the white book. It could control the entire nation of Russia, Mexico or even the continent as a whole. He poisoned mother, slowly and quietly, nade it look like an illness all because she wanted him to stop this life and be

I tap on the screen and send the message before I change my mind. :You! When she doesn’t answer I throw my phone down next to me and flip through the pictures that Luciano gave me. Whitney is even more beautiful then I remember her long brown hair has waves through it. The way her hazel eyes are looking at Enzo with lust. My jaw clenched and I threw photos across the room. I pull the crystal tray on the coffee table closer. The two lines of white powder have my nose twitching in anticipation. Leaning down grabbing my metal pipe I snorted a line.