Epithet Erased Audiobook Novels & Stories

Some people who knew me were defending me, but a majority of the comments were just insulting me and questioning me and my alleged siphoning. I ignored the insults and focused the camera on my computer screen instead. "Hello, everyone. My name is Gavin Carter. And I am now responding to all of the allegations that Mr. Cade Jefferson has made about me earlier on the internet."

her emotionless voice spat from the other end of the line. The last of my life slipped away as my phone screen slowly faded to black. By the time I woke up again, I'd already become a spirit that was following her around.

Not with fury. But with truth. A tide of memory rolled back into Azriel—names, faces, places—himself. He gasped like a drowning man finally breaking the surface. Kael’s face sharpened. Mira’s sword caught starlight. The Archive walls re-formed, glyphs burning brighter than ever. The creature stumbled. Azriel stood. “I am Azriel,” he said, voice like thunder in still air. “Son of the erased. Flame of what you could never kill. I remember.”

“Are you okay? You looked anxious...” “I’m fine. I’m just thinking about something.” “Something? Is there any chance that it was someone instead?” “Teacher Elij...” “I know, I know. Sorry.” “Sorry for what?” “I forgot to introduce you to my friend yesterday. He’s name is Darren Herrera, and I have his phone number. Do you want to have it?” He grinned at me. As if I want to talk to that arrogant man ever again. His nothing but a walking bad attitude. I can still remembered how he averted his eyes towards another direction when I tried to smile at him inside of Elijah’s car.

They’re almost invisible in the gloom… and unfortunately, there are a lot of them. “Circumstances preclude me from telling you my real name, but you can call me Epicurus. Like the philosopher, I’m a man of refined tastes. Unlike him, though, my tastes are somewhat… unusual. Compulsions, you might say. They’ve been entertaining the last few years… although recently, they’ve led me into some very dark territory. Very dark territory indeed.” The voice is both terrifying in the horrors it implies… and irritating in its arrogant self-regard.

She could feel his presence like poison in the air. “You’re still alive,” he said, voice cold and amused, despite his old age. “Remarkable! Most would’ve gone mad by now. Most have. But you...” Still, she didn’t respond. “I suppose I should congratulate you. A mother’s willpower is truly something to behold.” Her lips moved, almost automatically. "Ethan! Jeffrey!! Jessica!!!" He chuckled. “Still clinging to that fantasy, are you? Your children don’t even know you exist anymore. I erased you.”

Venna glazed and Amethyst. Amethyst laughed because of Venna's reaction. Shaking her head, she said, "I need you to erase everything." Venna blinks, confused. "What do you mean?" Even Maureen was unable to speak immediately because of what Amethyst said. They couldn't understand what Amethyst said. What erase? What will they erase? Amethyst took a deep breath, her eyes hardening. "Erase my existence in La Xiena's system." When she said that, she smiled. “My information, pictures, or anything related to my work and achievements. I want it all gone. Everything about me.”

Marianne listened attentively, her expression turning from confusion to empathy. "I thought we had something, Marianne. It felt real, and now it's like he erased it from existence. I don't know how to make sense of it," Ethel confessed, her voice breaking. Marianne squeezed Ethel's hand reassuringly. "I'm so sorry you're going through this. I never thought that he could be like this. The Nate I knew was kind and would never hurt a woman." Ethel nodded a mixture of gratitude and sadness in her eyes. "I don't know what changed either. It's like he was a completely different person tonight."

Even her demeanor shifted—her posture straighter, her gaze more direct, her smile calculated rather than shy Months later, Erica gave birth to a baby boy. By the time Sophie and Ryan presented to her the opportunity to lead a team project with one of their partnering companies, Erica was prepared. When Erica stepped off the plane in the city she had once called home, she felt like a stranger. Streets, buildings, even the very air—all of them held memories she had spent months trying to forget. But she wasn’t the same woman who had left this place in pieces. Clicking heels against the marble floor she confidently moved into the stunning glass tower where the meeting was to take place. Her ass

I swallowed and stepped closer. The cold black runes under my fingers were warm, too warm. I traced the grooves one row at a time. Then I saw another: ELARA W. Her name had been scratched out—covered over in the same letters beneath it, followed by Resurrected. My breath caught in my chest. I couldn’t recall my boots having ever felt so ponderous. But I heard the sound. I felt bile rise in my throat. I whispered, almost aloud: