Epithet Erased Ao3 Novels & Stories

Joy, happiness, exhilaration, love, lust as well as desire went on flying here and there above the field of Aquarius Erianto’s and Pisces Erianto’s minds, hearts, and perception. Erito Ricky’s and Eriwan Rocky’s dead bodies could be visible nearer, nearer, and clearer. They were seen still in their hugging each other position. Slowly, but certainly, their background began to change. The glass casket began to change into a wide, big, cozy, comfortable bed. The glass casket began to be dimmer and dimmer. The layer of ice on which Erito and Eriwan were lying down also began to change into their smooth, silky, warm, comfortable white bed sheet. The clothes Erito and Eriwan were wearing also bega

Victor looked horrified. “Nathan.” He called. Nathan ignored him. “She tried exposing everyone.” He continued. Amara felt her heartbeat increase. Thump. Thump. Thump. Nathan continued. “They couldn’t kill her.” Silence crashed. “So they erased her.” Everything stopped. No. No no no. Adrian stared. “Erased?” Nathan slowly nodded. “They removed her identity.” Amara felt sick. No. How could someone erase a person? Then Adrian’s mother looked directly into the camera again.

"What kind of consequences?" "Firstly, you will be erased out of existence. There will be no record on a Cilia Carpenter. No one will ever know you existed." My heart shattered there and then. I... I will be... erased? Out of existence? I swallowed the bile that was forming in my throat. "Is there more?"

he hovered above me, “or I might die.” God, he's so extra. “I think you deserve that for the stunt you pulled.” “Then you deserve this, too.” “Ethan, no! You son of a—nonono!” He started tickling me. His one palm held both of my wrists above me so I couldn't do much except flail my legs, which were of no use because he was straddling my hips, his fingers moving over my sides. Ethan leaned closer, his feathery soft hair brushing my skin. “Two beautiful women, Kiara. I am inseminated through AI, remember?”

Then: "They erased my name." The words echoed. Then: "They erased my history." Another pause. Then: "They erased me." The battlefield became completely silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Then Ava whispered: "That's horrible." The creature looked surprised. Actually surprised. Like he hadn't expected anyone to say it. Then his expression softened slightly. Only slightly. Then the chained warrior stepped forward. "No." The creature looked at him. Then the old warrior's voice hardened. Then: "What was horrible was what happened afterward."

I felt his struggle through the connection, the tension in his body, the frustration and rising anger. “Lila… don’t listen to it,” he forced out. “Whatever it’s showing you whatever it’s saying this isn’t evolution. It’s erasure.” The word hit hard. Erasure. I swallowed, my throat dry. “Is that what this is?” I asked quietly, my gaze locked on the figure. “You’re erasing us?” The figure tilted its head slightly, like it was considering the question. “Incorrect,” it replied. My fingers curled into fists.

It didn't look like violet. It looked like a **Search Bar**. Inside the ink, I saw a reflection of myself. But the "Real" Kaima in the reflection had something I didn't have. She had a **Serial Number** tattooed on her neck. --- Kaima and Rowan believe they have escaped into the real world, but the Aethel-Group has already relaunched the story as a "Mobile ARG" (Augmented Reality Game). The "Real World" they are in might be just another layer of the simulation, and the "Real" Kaima is still trapped somewhere even deeper.

Love. A hand holding hers. A child’s laughter. A man’s voice saying: “I choose you.” Sophia smiled. She whispered: “I’m Sophia.” The darkness shook. The Author’s voice became angry. “How?” Sophia answered: “Because I remember how I feel.” Memory Is Not the Same as a Story Sophia discovered something. The Author could erase memories. But he couldn’t erase meaning. He could rewrite events. He could change names. He could destroy worlds. But he couldn’t completely erase the emotional connections created by those experiences.

he said with a shrug. “Just following orders.” Erica’s mind screamed at her to fight, to resist, but her body refused to cooperate. She could only helplessly watch as he lifted her into the air effortlessly and as his hands on her arms would bruise. “No!” she rasped, tears rolling down her face. The driver made a last grunt, pulled her over the barrier, and set her free. The drop was extremely slow and extremely quick, at the same time. The freezing wind scratched against her clothing, her hair flying wildly about her head.

“That’s not me, Jess! I’m here, I’d never betray you! This thing’s using my face to hurt you!” Ardyn’s gaze flickered, and the loom pulsed, weaving a vision that tore at their hearts: Jessica and Ardyn entwined, the nexus whole, her companions fading, their love betrayed, Kade’s heart broken as he watched her choose a lie. The first twist came: Ardyn wasn’t Kade—he was the fracture, every weaver’s wrath fused into a manipulative illusion, using Jessica’s love to shatter their bond. The atrium trembled, and the tapestry split, revealing a void—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith—united as a hydra, their voices a s