Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

“*…she thought if she just kept everyone else happy, one day someone would look at her and see more than a prop—*” The rest evaporated. I let the page go. It fluttered back down and joined the drift. Some pages had names I didn’t recognize, stories I didn’t write, yet they drifted past me like lost souls seeking authors. This wasn’t just my graveyard. It was everyone’s who had ever walked away from a story and left it gasping. When the gust died, the world seemed to… settle. I looked down. Directly in front of me, the pages had blown back from a patch of ground, exposing something solid beneath.

he said, handing it over. It landed with a soft thud in my hands. The cover was worn, the spine fraying at the edges like it had been around far too long. I squinted at the title. “Legends of the Lost: The Moon Goddess’s Touch,” I read aloud. “How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?”

He tore the world apart looking for me. When three days of searching turned up nothing, Grayson went straight to Vidar, demanding to know where I was. But Vidar and I hadn't contacted each other ever since I'd been discharged from the hospital that day. He had no idea where I'd gone. He couldn't reach me through the mind-link, and my phone was turned off. Around that time, Grayson learned from Vidar that while my injuries weren't life-threatening, I'd lost the pup because of the incident.

“The mark of the star Rare and undiluted A strong warrior Her people cry out to her for help But she…” The remaining part of the words had been erased or more put together, scraped out. I read the words again, this time repeating them out loud, when a bright light shone from within the book. The light was so blinding that I had to shut my eyes momentarily. When I opened them back, the light was gone and the words on the pages of the book. They had both disappeared like they never existed. I felt very funny. I couldn't explain, then I felt a tinge on my right arm.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

She bared her teeth and let out a deafening roar, hoping to intimidate the wolves. Just when all hope seemed lost, as Samantha and her children braced themselves for the inevitable attack, the ground shook beneath them as Alexander's massive form burst through the trees.

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.

she greeted the congregation formally. In her hand was a leaflet, she placed it on the pulpit and read it out loud whilst using a microphone. "I wish I could see you Branden Smith, walking through the door one last time but I know it's impossible, I'll hear your voice no more. I know you can feel my tears and you don't want me to cry yet my heart is broken because I fail to phantom why someone so precious had to die. We said forever and now you're gone. How am i supposed to live without you, how can I stay in this wicked world knowing fully well that you are no longer here to comfort and guide me. No one can fill the void in my heart, your passing has broken my soul but I hope you're in a be

"How now, spee..ritt.... Www..wither won-dur yoo… Jennifer stares at the page, then back at Jack, then back at the page. How now, spirit! Whither wander you? She reads on.... Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere.... Her eyes race through the words; words like fire and music and all the most beautiful things she has ever imagined and never had the chance to see.... Lost to the class, she turns the page.... ......to trace the forests wild; But she perforce withholds the loved boy, Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy: And now they never meet in grove or green, By fountain clear, or spangled