Erased Novels & Stories

" Want it too?" She nodded and I sent her the pictures. " It is so nice to meet you... uh what is your name? I am Todd." " I am Audrey." " Audrey, that is a fine name. Nice to meet you, Audrey. I got to go now." " You too." She giggled as she continued on her way. I looked at the picture as I walked. I deleted it immediately. I had no use of it. It will just take space on my phone. That was enough time wasting.

"You will experience difficulties and tribulations, but remember this, Ethan Hartley, love is your greatest power. It can heal, it can guard, and it can rescue. To break the curse, you must first repair the links among the pack." Ethan nodded, determined to his objective. "I understand." Amelia clasped his hand, her touch soothing. "We're with you, Ethan. No matter what comes our way." With that, Luna's presence dissipated, and the lunar clearing reverted to its tranquil condition. But Ethan's future was now clear, and he was ready to face whatever obstacles lied ahead. As they exited the area, Ethan turned to Amelia. "Thank you for bringing me here and for revealing the truth."

she says. “How do you think that is possible?” I demand of her. “This little shot will help you move on past your current life. One dose is all it takes to erase your memories. I have already given the dose to your useless mate,” she says as I look to Carter in fear of what she had given him.

"Mission failed. You are scheduled for erasure. Would you like to restart the mission—to keep trying to save him?" I shook my head. "Erase me." "Understood. Erasure program activated. You have 72 hours left." … I closed my eyes. The silence around me was almost deafening. But soon, as if driven by some strange impulse, I opened Rose Wells' livestream.

“Evan, I’m deploying a purge script. It’ll crawl shared links, cached files, even private group chats. Every copy will vanish.” Tristan, perched on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, eyes wide. “Mom… you’re like a superhero.” His voice trembled with awe. “You can erase things from the whole internet?” Cassie allowed herself the faintest smile. “Not erase, Tris, redirect, or corrupt. The image becomes a ghost file, empty, useless. People won’t even notice until it’s gone.” Evan’s typing echoed faintly through the line. “Syncing with your purge. Running a parallel trace. Whoever leaked this left fingerprints.”

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.

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.

"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.

Their usual polished and fashionista personas had all gone down the drain. After I signed the documents, I left the group chat in front of them. A system message stating, 'Madison Ziegler left,' was displayed on all their screens. "Don't ever let me see you again," I warned. Then, I put my phone in my pocket and sauntered out of the court. The sun felt warm on my face as I basked in the relief of having completely severed ties with these so-called best friends. I was now renting a luxury one-bedroom apartment near my company.

“Ms. Wagner, what exactly is going on with you two? One moment, you cancel the wedding. The next, you want it as planned. All the decorations were already thrown into the trash as per your instructions. What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?” I felt a little guilty for causing trouble, but it was not my fault. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding between Zach and me is indeed canceled, and I will not ask for a refund. As for him wanting to proceed with it, he can place a new order.” “Won't he kill me, then?”