Erased Novels & Stories

"If you're so skilled, why steal my documents? Are you trying to steal my codes because you know that you're not as good as I am?" Mary flew into a fit of rage upon hearing that. "Who are you trying to scare? Do you really think I'm scared of you?" Then, right before my eyes, she dragged over ten gigabytes of files into the trash folder. I calmly watched ten years of my work get erased as though it were nothing. Instead of being upset, I only felt relieved, like I'd been granted release. Just then, Kai called Mary in a panic. "Something went wrong with Mr. Warner's program. Send over the original code so that their team can look into it."

The black drop drifted silently toward the Celestial Realm. It looked harmless. Small. Almost beautiful. Then it touched one of the floating islands. The island disappeared. Not destroyed. Not broken. Erased. Its cities. Its people. Its history. Everything vanished without leaving behind even a single grain of dust. Magnus tightened his grip on his axe. "What kind of power is that?" Solarius answered with visible pain. "Void Erasure." "The ability to remove existence itself." No one spoke. For the first time since our journey began, victory seemed impossible.

And then began to unravel. Files disappeared one by one. The mirrored walls went dark. Isolde stepped back as the interface hummed, sparking slightly. Above her, the voice returned. But it sounded weaker now. “Users have declined inheritance.” “Users have declined authorship.” “The user has chosen erasure.” The countdown froze at 00:01:01. Then flickered. Then died. The red lights overhead blinked off. Velvet’s heart stopped beating. And in the silence that followed, Isolde whispered the phrase but not for the machine.

“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

"The 'Final Draft' is peace, Alice! Look at the wasteland! Look at the blood! Is this what you want? A world of tooth and claw?" "I want a world where he **Exists**!" I screamed. I didn't reach for the pen. I reached for the **Eraser**. --- ### The Erasure of the Script The Author gasped, trying to pull the sketchbook away, but I was faster. I didn't erase Rowan. I erased the **Desk**. As the rubber touched the wood, the desk didn't break; it simply **Ceased**. The sketchbook fell through the empty space where the furniture had been. The Author fell to his knees, his hands grasping at the air.

For a second, I genuinely stopped breathing and just laid there just staring at him like I was staring at someone who has completely lost their mind. “What?” I didn't even know when the word left my mouth. “You erased them?” I whispered weakly. Dante’s voice stayed quiet. His expression didn’t change. “The council did.” He sighed and continued softly, “The connection was broken intentionally,” he explained calmly. “Before it reached irreversible stages.” I pushed myself up slightly on the bed without realizing it, my chest tightening harder now. “You erased them, you say?” I asked quietly again.

I had my thirty seconds. My fingers flew across the keyboard, typing faster than I ever had in my life. */root/lazarus/target: ALL_SERVERS* */root/lazarus/scope: FULL_PURGE* */root/lazarus/encryption: DELETE_KEYS* */root/lazarus/execute: CONFIRM* The screen prompted for final authorization, the letters pulsing ominously. THIS ACTION WILL PERMANENTLY DELETE ALL DATA. TYPE "LAZARUS RISING" TO CONFIRM.

His mouth twitched—not quite a smile, but not entirely cold. “You’re not the dead weight,” he said abruptly. The words knocked the air out of me more thoroughly than the hands had. He stepped back, leaving me standing on my own, heat lingering on my waist where his arm had been. I stared at him, chest tight. “He—he just died.” “No,” Grant wheezed from a few feet away, clutching his ribs. “He got… erased. There’s a difference.” “Not to him,” I whispered. “No,” Grant agreed. “Not to him.”

THAT BITCH ELLIOTT "What the fuck took you so long, you imbecile?" The gatekeeper, Charles, nearly trips over his own feet, scrambling out of the security booth. "Mr. Sanchez, I-the system flagged at the service entrance, I was just_." "I don't pay you to think." I shove the door open. "I pay you to stand there and look competent. You're failing at both." So many fools everywhere around me. "Yes, sir," I hear his muffled whisper through the glass. Pathetic.