Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

before walking into the bathroom. Hot water poured over my body, steam slowly rising as I stared at my exhausted reflection in the mirror. For some reason, the account name "True Love Above All" came to mind, and its boastful words stung my eyes. "He told me that the she-wolf by his side only needs a title. As for me, I need his protection. This is the amulet he has obtained from a witch after visiting the forbidden grounds." The she-wolf by his side and the cheap bangle…

Thirty suns. ​My notebook was gone, burned to ash by Lillian’s lighter three weeks ago. “Look what I found.” Lillian had said three weeks ago, her voice a cruel, melodic lilt. She began to tear a page out, the sound of the paper ripping feeling like a blade across my skin. “It’s full of such... pathetic longing. Did you really think a prince would keep a stuttering little thing like you?” ​She dropped the torn page into the puddle of stagnant water outside my bars.

Working next to him last night helped me forget my lost love until now. I make it back to the courtyard next to Eurydice's room. I sit down on one of the stone benches, the sound of trickling water calming the irregular beat of my heart. And then the flood of tears escape with a heart-wrenching sob. A little girl's history lesson for the day pierced the wall I was trying so valiantly hard to keep up.

Alexander sat on the ground and flipped through the diary. I had written down paragraphs to describe the excitement and love I felt when he gave me presents. I had also written about the shift in his demeanor since Sasha's return from abroad and how I had been disappointed with him. On the last page of the diary, I wrote a single line. "Goodbye, Alexander. I hope you'll be happy." Alexander was sobbing by the time he came across that line. The man was six feet two, yet he looked smaller than a child when he cried.

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.

It is like she is replying more to herself rather then me. "Oh yeah yeah, i noticed the gestures between you two" i started teasing her. Oo klara stop it Why she can be my sister in law Point Yes subconscious i won this time. Ya ya whatever "Okay you are good i will sign the discharge paper" dr lily said . Everyone came again we talked a little bit and we went home.

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

She’d seen a lot of lost wielders, lost shadows crying in despair, begging for something to latch unto because they knew that the place where they’d be falling was their worst nightmare. “Sleep, dear child! You’ve had enough!” Marjorie breathed heavily when another series of tears trickled to her cheeks. Crouching, she wiped all of those away, caressing her hair, whispering words she didn’t even know Z would hear. She just felt compelled to say so, because she, too, had been lost a lot of times.

I brushed it away, revealing the title etched in fading letters: The Lost Howl of Lysara. My heartbeat quickened. Lysara the last known healer wolf before me. Cradling the book gently, I sank onto the cold stone floor. The weight of it rested in my lap, heavier than it looked, like it carried more than just words like it held a warning. I opened the cover. The scent of aged parchment rose up, sharp and almost bitter. The first page trembled between my fingers, stained and yellowed by time. My eyes scanned the opening lines, and my breath caught.

“All of it.” The creature watches him for a moment. Then looks back at me. “You can,” it says. “But if you do…” It pauses. For the first time, something like weight enters its voice. “You lose what lies beyond.” My heart tightens. “Which is?” It does not answer immediately. Instead, it lifts a hand slightly. The air ripples. And for a brief second, I see something else. Not the street. Not the ruins. Another place. Dark. Endless.