White Shadow Book Novels & Stories

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

the Lycan king said. He picked up his laptop and went out. Soon, I heard the sound of his car engine driving away. I heaved out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes tightly to feel in my surroundings. Thanks to the moon goddess who gave me a second chance to live. I walked out of the spiritual room and opened a dark brown door. It looked dark inside, so I moved to turn on the switch. I was really astonished because of how beautiful the room looked. There were lots of books of different genres.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

she concluded calmly, “the company will avoid the projected losses within the first year.” The room was silent; an executive leaned back slowly. “Impressive.” Another whispered to his colleague, “Where did the president find her?” At the end of the table, Mark sat quietly; he said nothing during the entire meeting. Everyone in the room was trying to impress him except Elena, who was only being herself and doing her thing and didn't care about impressing him. She spoke clearly, answered questions directly, and didn’t waste time with flattery. Later that evening, Cole’s assistant had returned with the hospital report; he sat behind his desk reading it, as his grip kept getting tighter as he re

I’m gambling it all on something invisible. Finally, with night drawing in I realised I was the darkest, dingiest end of Shadowlands. Mile after mile of uninteresting villages stacked with peasants. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw something resembling entertainment. Beams of light lit up the area, provided by a circle of trucks and cars. I hid the bike and entered on foot, ditching the cloak. I don’t need to advertise I’m White Forest. People whooped and hollered, the cries of bookmakers odds crisp on the air. In my short black shirt and black pants, my tattoos stand out like a second skin. Nobody bats an eyelid as I pace around and take in the sight.

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

I would strike from the shadows. Those stupid minions did nothing but create more problems for me. My steps walked towards the bookshelf as i pulled a book, a hidden door came in front of me, I pushed it open, and the stale air clung to my lungs like rot. The room was empty and was left with only a glass vial. Inside swirled a faint shadow, alive, restless, yearning for release. I lifted the glass with careful fingers, holding it up so the dim light caught the writhing form inside. I could hear enchanting whispers from inside.

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

I was sad enough with my own suffering and didn't need any additional negative emotions. I moved further into the forest, listening to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and other sounds of forest inhabitants. The sun shone lightly through the treetops, I heard a woodpecker tapping on the bark of a tree, the bustle of squirrels collecting nuts in the hollows, the movement of the wings of insects as they flied by me. That was probably one of the few perks of being a sorceress - I could hear and see all around more clearly. I "felt" nature with my whole being and absorbed its energy. And it was nature that was the basis of magic, white magic, the magic of life, while black magic was m