You The Radiance White Novels & Stories

His eyes find mine in the rising white glare. “The Market Correction has started. Not on the wing this time. On you, on me, on the house, on the child, on all of it at once. He is closing the account in full.” The door gives at last. The final sheet of titanium sloughs off the frame in a slow wave of glowing slag, and through the gap it leaves steps the White-Glow Sovereign, and the office floods entirely with its light. It is shaped like a tall man and it moves like nothing human and like nothing the grey ones were either, no hitches, no recovery gaps, but also none of the syrup-slow readability I get from human motion when I drop into silvered time.

Jax stood to my left, shoulders bare, eyes sharper than I had ever seen them. Neither looked confused. They looked alert. “We’re together,” Jax said quietly. “Yes,” Derek replied. The word echoed slightly, as if the space around us were listening. Ahead, light gathered. At first it was mist. Then shape. Then movement. She stepped forward from the brightness as if crossing a threshold only she could see. Ria. She wore white. Not ceremonial white. Not bridal or innocent. White like untouched snow beneath the night sky. Her dark hair fell loose down her back, unbound by braids or blood or rank. Her face was calm.

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

"The ones standing in our plaza right now, frozen in your 'Joy'?" "They are... preserved," Valerius said smoothly. "A gift of permanence. We do not have a reversal for the Radiance. Perfection, once achieved, is rarely undone." The suspense in the room sharpened into a murderous edge. Silas’s hand tightened on the hilt of his wrench. But Audrey raised a bandaged hand, signaling for silence. She looked at the Scribe, her violet eyes—now permanently flecked with the stolen gold—boring into his.

“Let’s go for a run. I promise, I won’t run into trouble. Besides, I have you to protect me.” Whitee sighed. “I haven’t come into my true powers yet… but maybe this run will bring everything back. You need it. We both do.” With that, I let the moon’s power flood through me again. And before I knew it, Whitee’s eerie green gaze was staring straight into my soul. The only difference now was the icy blue glowing around the green, like a frozen aurora. She was truly magnificent. “Let’s form camouflage so we won’t be seen.”

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

I questioned myself as I simply admired everything. Then I turned—and my breath turned to ash in my throat. A woman stood there. She was… beyond beauty. Beauty was too small, too fragile a word to contain what she was. Her skin was pale—not the sickly pallor of death, but the radiant glow of moonlight woven into flesh. It shimmered faintly, like liquid silver flowing beneath the surface. Her hair cascaded down her back, long and weightless, strands shifting between shades of pure white and faint hues of starlight, as though galaxies lived within them.

Let's get in Melissa,the insides are more beautiful we could bet that. I smiled ,took a deep breath and stepped inside and truly it was beautiful . More sculptures scattered around at every corner,I guess should be connected with their history, the buildings so tall and shiny , little children playing everywhere,the brownie men with just shorts exposing their pfine abs with women full of laughter gossiping or running after their stubborn kids. I stared in awe. They looked so humane. That's our Alpha approaching said Amber, instantly interrupting my thoughts. isn't he gorgeous? I turned and oh no, this can't be happening . Damien? He's the Alpha of this pack?

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

I cut in, losing my patience. Ravenna heaves a breath and steps down onto the shining white tile. This whole castle is a temple of white–white walls, white floors, everything glittering like crystals. The castle is made of crystal, in fact, but it looks totally different in the storm plagued darkness. Instead of the usual golden glow from the sunlight, it’s now dark and shimmering with the lightning crackling overhead. A testament to Ravenna’s powers, truly. “Fine. Petra will escort her upstairs–”