Fragments Book Novels & Stories

The pungent scent of liquor hung heavily in the air, mixing with the unmistakable odor of despair. What has he done to himself? My heart raced as I rushed to his side, panic flooding my veins when I noticed the unsightly bruises that marred his body and the blood-soaked bandages wrapping his head. I stared at him through a haze of tears, my heart aching at the sight of the man I once knew in such a dismal state. It felt like a piece of my soul was being crushed under the weight of his suffering. With trembling hands, I carefully wrapped my arms around him, trying to lift him up, but he hissed in pain and groaned softly. It was then that I caught sight of the bandages binding his ribs—evidenc

Set it on the table and opened to the section where pages had been torn out. Four pages. Gone. Removed with surgical precision. I ran my fingers along the ragged edges still clinging to the binding. The paper was not yellowed like the rest of the book. Not aged. The tears were clean. Recent. Very recent. I pulled the lamp closer. Examined the binding. There. At the base of the torn section. A fragment. So small I had missed it the first time. A corner of a page that had not completely pulled free. I used my fingernail to carefully extract it. The fragment was maybe an inch square. Most of it blank. But in the corner. A few words visible in that same ancient script.

Kael kept his expression calm. "A creature came out of the doorway," he said. "I tripped. A torch fell on it." Hale looked at him. "You tripped," the professor repeated. "Yes." "And the torch happened to land on the one weak point of a Shadow Fragment." Kael paused. "It has a weak point?" Hale's eyes narrowed slightly. "Shadow Fragments dissolve only when struck by open flame at their core," he said. "A direct hit. Not a graze. Not a near miss. A direct hit at the center of the mass."

More, and more. End of Book 1

⸻ 🌙 The Book Of Origins Then suddenly— A loud rumble echoed through the library. 📚⚡ The crystal’s broken fragments rose into the air. ✨ And from the center of the room… A massive book appeared. 💀 The largest book any of them had ever seen. Its cover was black. Its pages silver. Its lock made of living shadows. 🌑 Lyra’s eyes widened. 😱 “The Book of Origins.” ⸻ 🌙 The Forbidden Record The book slowly opened. Its pages turned by themselves. ⚡ One page.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

*Lily* I tapped my pencil on the book consistently, breaking the profound silence that had settled over the weekend in my room. My phone kept buzzing with calls and texts from Adrian, but I ignored it, pretending to be deeply focused on the complicated biology stuff in the book, acting like I was really into it.

She send people to drug him just to marry into his family Looking at the words written on the papers one by one, she felt like her world which was already cracked were collapsing at her speed she could not catch up no matter how much she ran

They had carried along with them her few bodyparts, which the monster had left behind. "There they are. How was the search?" Alpha Cameroon asked the moment they walked into the court chambers. That was where he liked sitting, especially when he had sent someone on a mission and was waiting for them. He had a huge book in his hands, although he was not reading it. He always carried the book with him to cover up his anxiety. "Well, I am sure the people I am talking to are not dumb or deaf either, am I right?" He peered into their eyes, freezing their innards. They weren't responding to him.