White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

“'See me now, a ray of light in the darkness. Hear me now, my song in this dead place. Hold me now, if you dare to catch a glimpse of a puddle of blood. Don't ask me for anything, for I can only tell lies. You cannot escape once you venture inside the path of darkness. You ought to find of no such salvation, but deals and contracts that will not benefit you in anyway. Now, now, now. Heed my words and be more than amaze, for my words are not all lies.” The pure lies that are now turning into a white one. White lies that describes the boundary in between someone’s good deed and the darkness that the devil is trying to pull someone out and away from everything. Words and the song that disappoin

I grew convinced in about three seconds flat, they were true mates. My shriveled heart grew a bit at the sight. Mother had always called me a cynic, and I had teased she was a hopeless romantic, but look where it had gotten her. Melody White had always saw the good in people, and was the fixer, the second chancer. She’d been easy prey for sick fucks like Stone ShadowFang. He was a monster, even before he let his wolf out to terrorize us. My mother and I learned the hard way about the beasts that came out at night and lurked in the shadows.

The world felt broken. I was holding Fia’s hand so tight my fingers hurt, but I didn’t care. “Don’t let go,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I won’t,” I promised. “I swear.” Shadow-wolves were everywhere. They weren’t like normal wolves. Their fur was dark and twisted, their eyes hollow and empty like something had taken their souls and left the bodies behind. Black veins crawled across their skin, pulsing with dark magic. One of them leaped toward us, teeth bared.

I wouldn’t let myself be distracted by it and stayed focused. A few more moments passed. A sudden rustling came from my right, and I stood up quickly. Something moved again! What’s that sound? A loud, muffled thud came from underneath me, causing me to tense up slightly. Is that… the Echo Wraith? Or another spirit? Before I could react, a black shadow stepped into view. I blinked to adjust to the dim lighting, and a sharp pain stabbed my chest. I staggered backward, clutching my heart as I gasped for breath. A dark figure approached me swiftly. It stopped and stared at me with empty yellow eyes, its body seemingly engulfed in a black, cloudlike substance. Its entire form radiated a sinister

“After the accident I drank more, usually at night, so I could sleep. I didn’t write at all, not anything that mattered, anyway, because I was never sober. And that thing in the shadows was always waiting for me in my nightmares, or every time I closed my eyes. That and those damned whispers. You know after a while, I wrote those words down and Googled them. Want to know what they mean?” I shake my head because suddenly, I want this to be done. Gavin’s a great guy but I just want this to be done. My gut’s been squirming the whole time and even though I know these stories can’t be true, I can’t deny a feeling of instinctual dread about the other stories in this book, and what they’ll say. Bec

Sunna screamed with frustration. "By the way I am Nikhil" "Oh , Hello" Sunna said nervously. She didn't notice Nikhil's face . She was nervous and worried about being stuck in the dark with a stranger. She had some bad experiences with men in the past and she didn't want this one to turn out like that. Soon the light came and they heard an announcement "The technical problems are now solved . Thank You for your cooperation." As soon as light came Nikhil started staring at Sunna's flawless long legs. She has the most beautiful legs he has ever seen . Then his eyes drifted to her chest and her deep cleavage. He was undressing her from his eyes .

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

The risk made everything feel sharper, more alive. “Shh,” he whispered right against my ear, so quiet I barely heard it. “Not a sound, Aggie.” I nodded slightly against his palm, heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. Below us, the two guys kept talking. One of them laughed, then said something about a cat or a shadow. Their footsteps shuffled closer, then stopped almost directly under our building. One of them shone a phone flashlight up toward the windows. The beam swept across the glass just a few feet away from where we stood locked together.

He opened the golden briefcase. It wasn't filled with papers or money. It was filled with **"Negative Narrative."** A swarm of black, needle-like shards erupted from the case, each one a "Plot-Hole" made manifest. They didn't fly through the air; they deleted the air they passed through, leaving trails of absolute nothingness behind them. "Silas, watch out!" I screamed. Silas lunged, his blades clashing against the shards. The sound wasn't metal on metal; it was the sound of a scream being cut short. Every time a shard touched his shadow, a piece of him vanished—not wounded, but **"Edited Out."**