Fade To Black Book Novels & Stories

"Weak, but it's there—" The line stuttered back to life on the monitor. Slow. Uneven. But beating. My legs gave out completely. Nate caught me before I hit the floor, and I let him hold me, let myself shake against his chest, because there was nothing else left. "The veins," Katya said from across the room. "Look." I looked. The black was fading. Slowly, imperceptibly, like ink diluting in water — but fading. Gray now, where it had been midnight. The silver lines of something retreating.

I'll smash this urn, and she will never rest in peace! Jason never thought that Felicity would accidentally out herself. He never thought that everything back then was orchestrated by her alone. However, there was no time to process it. He lunged forward to protect the urn…only for his weakened body to betray him. He was only a second too late. His legs gave out. In horrifying slow motion, he watched the urn slip from Felicity's hands. It hit the ground and shattered. Ashes scattered in every direction, dissolving into the thin rain, vanishing without a trace.

"Just order takeout. I've got something I need to take care of, so don't wait up." Then, he turned and left before I could say a word. That scene had me digging my nails into my palms, leaving deep, red marks. When I rummaged through the shelves for some microwave pasta meals, I stumbled across a well-hidden photo album, tucked in a cardboard sleeve. The moment I flipped it open, I froze. A handwritten caption was attached below each photo. "Peanut, one month old. "Peanut's first steps. "Peanut's first picnic."

Uncontrolled. “HAAAAAA— And then—everything goes dark

I refused to…. Everything went black.

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

The world folds in on itself. Everything goes black.

Celea landed again and show her brother the book she had found It had a black cover with absolutely nothing written on it and that wasn't even the weird thing about this book. The pages inside were also blank

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”