Finally Fade Novels & Stories

*** Then back at Raven. *** *Boundary acknowledged.* *** ### The Final Exchange Raven’s voice dropped. *** “You don’t get to cross that.” *** A pause. *** “Not like this.” *** The figure stilled. *** Completely. *** Then— *Alternative required.* *** ### The Withdrawal Its form destabilized. *** Not collapsing— *** Unforming. *** Edges dissolving back into something unseen. *** ### The Last Words Before it vanished— *** *You will be referenced.* *** Then— nothing.

He tossed the tablet onto the mattress next to my pinned head. "Untie my left hand," I panted, my body shivering from the comedown of the release. Alexander reached down, untying the knot just enough for my left wrist to slide free, though my right remained anchored to the wood. He stood over me, his face impassive. "Log in," he commanded, pointing to the tablet screen. "Every platform. I*******m, TikTok, your personal email, your design cloud. Delete the accounts permanently. Not deactivated. Erased."

Cane stood beside us, watching closely. The room was quiet except for the sound of my breathing. After what felt like forever, Caden stopped. He released my hands. I stared at my wrists. My eyes widened in shock. The mark was gone. “What just happened?” I whispered. “This is to fade the appearance so it won’t be noticeable,” Cane said calmly. I looked at him. “I don’t even know what that is. Why is it important to fade it?” Cane and Caden exchanged a look.

"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.

And then the wall beg​an to fad‌e‌. ‍It did not break. It did not fal⁠l. I‍t only s​oftened, s‍lowly‌, like a lante‌rn t​urned do‌wn. The gold thin‌ned to‍ a glimmer‌, and the gl​immer to a shimmer, and the shimmer t‍o a fai​nt warm haze that lingered‌ over t‌he‌ fiel‍ds‍ and roads‌ like he⁠at above stone.‍ I watched it go. I watc⁠hed it sin⁠k into the‌ air, brig⁠ht, and then dim‌, and th​en gone.

The last message was still the one he sent that morning about how he was going to get her sandwiches. Gayle didn't reply. He tapped on his phone and sent the photo of the aurora. [Gayle, I just finished work, so I came to see the aurora. Get well soon. I'll bring you here next time.] The photo loaded for a while before sending. But then, nothing else happened. There was no immediate reply like before. No string of excited messages like [Wow!] or [Amazing! It's so dreamy! I would like to visit too!]

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

"You are just a coward! You think you are so special because you tricked him into looking at you on the ice rink? You are nothing but a useless, wolfless Omega!" My head spun wildly from the slap. I felt incredibly dizzy, and the edges of my vision were starting to turn black. I knew that I was going to lose consciousness very soon. I looked back up at her, breathing heavily through my mouth. "It doesn't matter what you do to me now," I whispered, forcing a tired, defeated smile on my face. "I am dying already. Look at me. I am bleeding out on this floor. Soon, I will be gone entirely, and you won't be able to touch me anymore."

"Sure. What are you in the mood for? Jazz? Blues? Or maybe some R&B?" Macaulay thought for a moment before answering. "Smooth jazz. Something relaxing." "You got it." A few seconds later, the gentle saxophone of Kenny G's 'Forever in Love' filled the car. The soothing melody drifted through the speakers, instantly changing the atmosphere. Even the constant hum of the tyres against the road seemed to fade into the background. Ann smiled. "Good choice." "It always helps me unwind after a long flight," Macaulay replied, closing his eyes again.

Hair messy, ass stinging, thighs still dripping, mind completely scrambled. He stood over me, watching my consciousness slowly fade. “I hope to see you again, Lisa.” Fuck you.