Clouds Of Witness Novels & Stories

Ruth addresses the bartender on duty amidst the pulsating atmosphere of the club. "Oh, what kind of situation?" he asks curiously. "A month ago, my friend met someone here, and she needs to find him as soon as possible," Ruth explains. The bartender looks at us as if we're crazy. "A lot of people come to this club, ladies." "Look, we know you keep records of the visitors. We need to search the records for June 2nd, check the CCTV footage, or anything," I plead. The bartender appears confused, but as he looks at me, his expression softens—I must look like a mess.

“I believe you. You would never betray me. And you promised to avenge all my pain because of her. She destroyed my family. She is the daughter of a seductress, and she is also an illegitimate child.” Adrian nodded without hesitation. Outside— behind the door that was not fully closed— Rossa stood. She witnessed everything. Through a narrow gap that felt far too small to hold such a reality. Her body began to tremble. Slowly. Then more violently. Her hand pressed against her chest, as if trying to hold something that was breaking inside. Her breathing became uneven. Short. Irregular. Her tears flowed endlessly. Without a sound. Yet that was what hurt the most.

"She gave us a large sum of money. Said once her own child is born, the family would not care about this one anymore. The cleaner we handled it, the more we'd be paid." Connor slammed his fist into the wall. He did not want to believe it. "How do I know you're not lying?" Trent hurriedly pulled out his phone, hands shaking as he unlocked it. "I have the transfer records. And recordings…" Transfer records could be forged. Recordings could not. When Camille's voice played, Connor finally believed it. It was all her. Then what Sienna brought back that day… He could not continue the thought. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, pounding his fists against it.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

It was writing. I could feel the subtle, ink-based impressions now, raised just enough for my seeking fingers to read. It was a list. Names. Dates. Amounts. "It's a ledger," I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Not of her assets. Of her... obligations." My fingers flew across the page, deciphering the elegant, ghostly script. "Payments made. 'For silence regarding the Dublin shipment.' 'For the disposal of a body in the Thames.' 'For the loyalty of Inspector Riggs.'"

He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.

He didn't want the weight of the situation hanging over us any longer than necessary, a dark cloud threatening to obscure our attempts at moving forward. The trials weren’t at all what I expected. They unfolded in the meeting cabin, a space usually reserved for discussions and planning, but this time the atmosphere felt charged with tension. To my surprise, the doors were left wide open, inviting the curious glances of onlookers. A sizable crowd had gathered outside, their whispers a murmur of anticipation, and I could tell that nearly everyone in camp had come to witness the proceedings. The sunlight streamed through the doorway, casting a warm glow that contrasted starkly with the heavines

Lost in the pain, I didn't notice my wheelchair slipping backward on the slick wood of the pier until the wheels teetered over the edge. I snapped back to reality and squeezed my eyes shut. For one second, I thought maybe dying like this wouldn't be so bad. At least, I wouldn't be a burden to Barrett anymore. But the icy plunge never came. Strong, familiar arms caught me, lifting me effortlessly from the seat. I opened my eyes to find Barrett staring down at me, his gaze as gentle as ever. "Don't be scared. I've got you," he murmured. "My goodness, Octavia! Are you alright?" Astrid Harrington yelped as she came rushing down the pier.

Fabian's POV Clouds, which were both heavy and unyielding, lingered in the sky even after the storm had passed. I stood at the edge of the camp, staring into the distance from cliffs. The moonlight eluded the dense clouds, creating a dark and pale glow on the rugged rocks below. The sensation was a result of the world being frozen in time. I was powerless to stop the weight settling on my chest. The entire world was watching, waiting for me to make a decision.

"My father told me this vault contained 'failed investments.' He lied. He was hoarding the blueprints for the end of the world." The Revelation of the Witness As the vault door groaned open, the air was sucked out of the room. Inside was a single, sleek desk made of white polymer, and behind it, a holographic display looped a silent video. It wasn't a recording of magic. It was a corporate presentation. A woman appeared in the projection—the same woman they had seen at the border, the "Witness." Here, she looked younger, her eyes natural, her neck free of the metallic circuitry.