Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

“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.

"Jasmine is dead!" She pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. With a mocking glance at him, she added, "You really don't want to read that? Those are the last words she left behind for you." William's eyes followed her finger, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the torn fragments of the letter. The wind blew them around, and through the scraps, he could still make out faint traces of writing. He took a step back, his legs shaking. "No... this can't be real…" he muttered. "She's the woman who outlasted storms—how the hell does a force like that just... vanish?"

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.

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.

I recognized that in order to create a truly egalitarian world, it was necessary to face and dismantle all systems of oppression. On a rainy afternoon, while exploring an old abandoned office, Randall and I come across a mysterious and dusty book. Its worn pages and faded cover indicated that it had been neglected for a long time. Curious, we opened the book and our eyes were fixed on old and intricate words. We quickly realized that we had found a treasure of knowledge about the origin of the beyond the border. Each page contained long-forgotten clues and stories. As we immersed ourselves in reading, we were amazed by the revelations that the book contained. We discovered that the beyond th

it read at the last page. "It Matched!"

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.