Faded Page Novels & Stories

Thirty. My hair began to turn white, wrinkles formed around my eyes, but my gaze remained as cold as ice. I never stopped missing her. Every night, I dreamed of her smile when she was eighteen. I dreamed of the afternoon she told me she loved me. I dreamed of the despair in her eyes when she left me. I always woke up to a wet pillow. One night, forty years later, the head researcher from the foundation called. "Alpha, we did it. We've developed a cure for Wolf Spirit Decay."

The room was finally silent. I pressed the bell, and a nurse soon entered. "Could you please get me a pen and paper?" Halfway through writing, the door opened once more. Cyrus entered. He saw me hide the pen and paper. He asked with a frown, "What were you writing?" "Nothing. I was bored, so I was just doodling." He didn't suspect anything. He walked over ot the bed and tucked the blanket around. After a moment of silence, he said, "Gayle, there's a favor I would like to ask you."

He turned the page He turned the page < i remember when we fought the amphibious and we lost , it was us who began this war the amphibious is a peaceful race, the last thing i remember from that war that the masked man were there and he declare the war> He turned the page Another page < i cannot remember what i did before the war, we were an adventure group we visited many place but i can't remember, i asked the others and they said the same that we traveled together to many places but no one remember where > A blanc page with a little sketch on the bottom is a sad face with one eye the other one is bleeding . The next page is a drawing of the moon but he was red like the blood. The next pag

Gior said which made Aesthelia recalled where did she hear it from. It is from the chapter that ripped through countless emotions. The scene in the story pages made her cry. The very scene she wanted to interfere and to change into something positive.

I started walking slowly, trying my best not to pass out. " Just a little bit more Ara, hold on for a bit. ", I mumbled to myself I dragged myself to the river as I felt my body was slowly going to collapse. My vision started to blur, my eyelids getting heavy, my head spinning crazily, I couldn't feel my body any longer. Am I dying ? I totally lost myself and my body dropped to the ground, I could feel the cold water hitting my skin, all the noises in the background slowly fading away.

he croaked before slipping back into unconsciousness. “Bash! Tell Gaia, what? Bash, please! Stay with me!” Quin desperately called. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;

I didn't want too much contact with them and had James take me back. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" James frowned. I turned to look at the house behind me. It had been uninhabited for three years, overgrown with weeds. I nodded at James. I had nowhere else to go, no money, and the clothes I was wearing were from three years ago. The rehab center had uniform clothing, so this outfit was all that remained. I bent down to pull up the weeds, disturbing the creatures hiding inside, which scurried out—cockroaches, mice, and a lazy snake lounging in the corner.

I leaned closer. Reading more carefully now. Trying to understand every word. Every line. Every meaning. And then— My hand stilled. Because halfway down the page— It stopped. Not naturally. Not cleanly. Torn. The page had been ripped out. The rest of the spell— Gone. My chest tightened sharply. “No…” I flipped the page. Hoping. Expecting. But the next page— Was different. Not instructions. Not a continuation. Just a single line. Written boldly.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

A smile crept into my face. Looks like our mother finally found a love life. “W-Where’s my longsleeves?” Azaia asked, barely uttering the words out. She was as red as a tomato. Xenoah carefully let out a sigh and stood up, walking towards her. “Let’s go,” he said and passed by her, walking first. My friend then turned to look at me and gave me thin smile on her face before mumbling, “I’ll come back.” With that, the two of them disappeared and the two of us were the only ones left behind. “Does your friend have a personality disorder?” I asked curiosly.