Fading Lovers Novels & Stories

“I’m without shoes too, my love.” As they approached the sandy part of the island, Calista’s breath caught in her throat. Before them lay a breathtaking setup. The beach, normally serene and untouched, had been transformed into a dreamscape. Strings of fairy lights hung between the palm trees, casting a golden glow over the scene. Lanterns floated in the air like stars, illuminating the sand and sea in a soft, romantic light.

He awkwardly placed the macarons back in the box and softly muttered, "You always say the opposite when you're mad, and I know it was just your anger talking. You wanted me to come." I couldn't help but laugh at his smug expression. He was always so sure he could patch things up with a few soft words after belatedly noticing my pain, but little did he know that some chances wouldn't come back once they were missed. So, I took the macarons from him and, under his expectant gaze, dropped them all over the floor. "I mean it this time, and I'm calling it quits. Let's get a divorce." His calm cracked as he kicked the shoe cabinet hard in fury. "Why? Is it just because I didn't drive you home, bec

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.

With that, he turned and left, abandoning us in the tense quiet. We were left utterly speechless. I had never heard of the Fading before. Was it just me, or was this a closely guarded secret? “You really are still green,” Everine muttered, shaking her head. “Experiencing the Fading means you did something against the Goddess’ will. Like making a deal with the God of the Underworld and the Creator of Vampires, Hades.” She scoffed with vicious mockery. “Probably to secure the Duke and Duchess’ title. How pathetic. She might as well get eliminated now.”

The worlds we passed were fleeting, shimmering, insubstantial. "The Fading Realm is close," the Wanderer said. "Do not be alarmed by what you see. The wolves there may not remember how to greet you." "How should we greet them?" "With patience. With kindness. With the hope that they will remember who they once were." We emerged into the Fading Realm. The sky was grey, the color of old ash. The ground was barren, cracked, devoid of life. The trees stood skeletal, their branches reaching toward the sky like supplicants. There was no sound. No birds. No wind. No voices.

"Zane, I swear I'll never lie to you because I can't pay the price of losing you." I held her gaze for a long time. Her eyes were bright, and I couldn't tell she was lying at all. A while later, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness welling up in me. … Time flied faster than I thought. As promised, Rhiannon led me out to the cruise deck to do some stargazing. Someone came along to try and chat her up, but she gently looped her arm through mine. "I'm sorry, but I already have a husband. I love him a lot, and he's the only man I'll listen to for the rest of my life."

Now, was I supposed to endure a loveless marriage just because of what others might think? It was laughable. We'd been married for twenty years and worked together for just as long. When we first left home and came here, we were broke—surviving off odd jobs. We never complained. We worked hard together, pursued higher education, became professors, built a life—side by side, never apart. But somewhere along the way, even though we were always together, we stopped having anything to say to each other. No matter how hard I tried to go back to the way things were, I couldn't.