Whoville Novels & Stories

Like he hadn't just dismantled my entire life in ten minutes on an empty street. The engine purred to life. The headlights came on, bright and unforgiving. He pulled away without another glance, leaving me standing alone with a black business card in my shaking hand and the smell of cedar still in my nose. I watched his taillights disappear down the street. Red. Then gone. I looked down at the card. Adrian Volkov Volkov Enterprises No phone number. No email. Just an address in a part of the city I'd never been to, the kind of place where they didn't let people like me past the gate.

It’s just that it’s rare to see a good one. The bustling Verte city located in the West coast of the country was one of the famous spot for those who wanted to enjoy a worthwhile vacation. Everything was perfect except for one thing. The city was haunted by a rumor about the horrendous beast howling in the middle of the night when everyone was having the time of their life. Its cry was agonizing, scaring foreigners and even the locals who witnessed its presence. After its sudden appearance, several murder cases were the daily headlines in the news.

On the other side, in the Cryolet Continent. After half an hour's journey, Darryl and Marvin soon arrived at the hillside outside the Grass Ville. After landing, Darryl stood on the hillside and looked into the distance. He was shocked. Grass Ville was huge, almost as big as the Royal City of the Nine Mainland. There were many buildings in the city, and the street was crowded with people, which was very lively. A massive wooden high platform the size of seven or eight basketball courts was created in the center of Grass Ville. A five-story viewing platform was built around the high platform.

"We're going to get hot chocolate at Barb's." Barb's is a small coffee place at the end of the boardwalk. Eli and Elara are already there, warm inside with steam wafting into their faces from their hot mugs. We peer through the window to see what's taking her so long. "Let me go get her," Vivianne says and suddenly I'm out front alone.

The world was thriving without the humans that had once destroyed it. Adam hesitated as they passed through the physical evidence of a devastating past. He had never experienced the cities while they were full of life, he would have only experienced what the wolves had claimed for themselves. They didn’t linger for long as she pushed for them to move onward. Her connection to Grace had grown stronger the further they moved from the north and it had soon become clear to Adelaide where they would be going. Sgaoileadh. The Blood Rock. As the wolves had the Moon Valley as their sacred ground, the vampires had the Blood Rock. It was where they sacrificed innocents in the name of the Moon Goddess.

The waterfall ended in a huge lake, and on that lake, was a huge monument-like building. "June, we found it." Matthew gasped in awe as he stepped closer and closer to the building. "It's just as I pictured it. When I saw the shape of Atlantis all those months ago, we were actually sailing across Satilant Island! Just that this part of the Island was underwater, and the rest of the Island was just right next to us all along! It was only because of the storm that was making it hard to notice it. It all makes sense now." June stood there, smiling as Matthew spoke.

AVA R. -*- The journey to the village is quiet, the rhythmic crunch of my steps the only sound accompanying me. Just ahead, the cobbled roads emerge from the mist, marking the end of my long trek. Nestled far from the relentless hum of city life, the town is an ideal sanctuary—a place where werewolves can vanish into the crowd, their existence masked by the mundane. A perfect execution of "hiding in plain sight," if what I've read is to be believed.

Jill reassured him. “So, what’s the catch?” Wren said. “There is no catch. I worked in the school library for a long time and people only ever used it for spreading rumours so I know what you love. This island is a dream come true for you, I promise. It’s just a slightly eccentric island with a few rules that are ruled over by a giant sentient jellyfish who lives in an underground shrine directly underneath the hospital.” Jill explained.

It was the day that Jack had been dreading. His birthday. He was 18 today. He had to leave the only home he had ever known, Old George Orphanage. Once an orphan had reached the age of 18, they were no longer able to stay. It was time to spread their wings and see what the world had to offer. However, Jack wasn't the only orphan being thrown out in the world today. His best friend, Jill, would be right there beside him. Today was also her birthday. 18 years old today. They'd been at Old George for as long as either could remember. Neither Jack nor Jill knew much of their past. Hell, they didn't know who they were or where they'd actually come from. Hence the names, Jack and Jill. Names given

Maybe it was the many sleepless nights paired with caffeine—it was inducing hallucinations. The loud shrill of my ringtone jerked my gaze from the empty dog bed to my flashing phone screen. An unknown number flashed on my screen. Scrunching my brows in confusion, I swiped the green call symbol to answer. "Jericho Astor speaking," formal always seemed the right way to answer the call, although I knew Ace would have disagreed. "Hey..." One word. One syllable. One breathless, sweet voice I never thought I would hear. "Swan, how are you—"