Disbelief Papyrus Novels & Stories

Ciara opened to the mentioned page and had barely spent a few seconds on it, her facial expression crackled as it dropped to its least, her brows were creased with astonishment as well as curiosity. She was balled over as she found it hard to believe her eyes and felt like she was the one seeing things. What she saw on the page was enough to throw her off guard —it's far more than what she had expected. “Okay. This can't be true.” She muttered to herself, shaking her head like she was trying to wade off illusion from her head. “This definitely isn't for real.” Gerald, seeing Ciara's look of disbelief, took instant interest in whatever article she might be reading. “Oh, what's in there?” He m

This realization brings a sense of relief and hope to Joe, reaffirming their position and the significance of the petition they are reviewing. Bryan passes his meticulously written notes to the scholar, who eagerly takes them and begins studying them intently. The scholar's sharp mind recognizes Bryan's background as a well-learned scholar in his former life as a human on land. He becomes fascinated by the information regarding the medical properties studied by humans. The content in Bryan's neatly written merscript notes provides enough credibility to support the claims being made. The scholar, acknowledging their value, retrieves another quill and makes the appropriate notations at the top

She asked in a whisper as she moved closer to him. "I'm your enemy! Your worst nightmare!" She said and slowly raised up her father's journal. "All of your evil works are recorded here!" She said and his eyes shone as he stared at the book. "None of the words in that book stands, as far as the law is concerned it's not a tangible evidence and it could be made up!" "Plus the cases in this books have been discharged years ago!" Eliza supplied immediately. "We'll watch and see, you'll regret underestimating me this much!" She replied.

"There's a lot of information that doesn't match up between that diary and previous records, but I'll reiterate a few important points." B**e Dai flipped to a new document. Meanwhile, Kevin hastily spoke up. “As the years go by, it is not certain that the previous documents were correct. The werewolf community has experienced many battles, we cannot be sure that their ancestors recorded properly." Everyone was dumbfounded when Kevin said that, maybe because he felt dangerous and decided to take the risk. "We don't trust official documents, shouldn't we trust the unknown information brought by you?" The Alpha King glared at him coldly.

The trust I had once placed in Veronica now lay in tatters, shattered by the weight of her deception. My mind reeled as I thought back to the diary Veronica had shown me, the one where Evelyn had allegedly written about hating me. I was almost certain now that it was a fabrication, a clever ruse designed to manipulate me. The realization was like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and confused.

“Scrolls buried so deep in the archives even the council had forgotten them. Writings from priestess lineages long erased. They all whispered the same truth.” The word hangs between us. “Noctrya.” Saphra shifts slightly. “And you believed it was real.” “I didn’t just believe,” I correct softly. “I became certain.” And certainty is a dangerous thing. It strips away hesitation. It silences doubt. It drives you straight into ruin with your eyes wide open. “I went to the council,” I say. “I presented everything I had found. The cycles..... The records..... The warnings.” “And they ignored you,” Saphra murmurs.

He showed me a document that was spread over the laptop screen, and what had me in skepticism was the title of the document. *Warranty Deed for the Transfer of Paradis d’Amour* I felt my heart skipping a beat. Am I dreaming? My eyes stuck on the e-paper for some good seconds before I roam them down and read the initial lines. The more I read, the more my impatience and skepticism grew. “What is this?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking out loud. The old man kept staring at nowhere in particular, with his fingers intertwined on his crossed legs; completely unfazed by the gob-smacking situation taking place because of him.

And when I confronted the temple head, he met my eyes with the calm of a man who’d already chosen his side. “Faith cannot kneel to a crown made by sorcery,” he said. “You were seen walking from the pyres untouched. The people talk.” I stepped closer. “Let them talk. Let them say I walked through fire if it helps them remember who lit it.” He didn’t flinch. “Belief is not truth, Your Majesty. But it moves faster.” I dismissed him before my temper betrayed me. That night, I found a second letter on my desk this one written in Cassian’s hand. Or at least, someone pretending to be him.

Yet, as my curiosity was too great, I continued on to my deed. With a flick of my finger, the wax seal broke open. Snatching it through, and tearing it open, a single sheet of parchment paper peeked out, folded around something slim and solid. I slid out the heavy parchment within and unfolded it. My eyes scanned over words written in an unfamiliar script, the meaning hovering just beyond my comprehension. In neat, precise handwriting were the words... ╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.