Nobody Novels & Stories

The kingdom of Imperium. A kingdom of swords and fights and forever passions. Two powerful, mighty knights, who were also brothers, declared a war the night after their father died and they would fight until one of them was killed. They declared a war of their armies. They were looking for a chance to kill each other for a very long time. Because of a throne. Because of a woman. A poor, abandoned, yet a beautiful looking soul. That was the day when the Lord of Life returned in the kingdom. It was promised that so much blood would drip when his mark appeared beside the new moon. There was also a vengeful witch, who was seeking for revenge. But what happened at last?

Matt himself got out alive, but after that, no one in New York ever saw him again. Some said he had retreated to the countryside, taken a new name, and was living a quiet, ordinary life. Some said he had gone to Europe. Others said he never made it out at all. I didn't look into it. Whether he was alive or dead was no longer any concern of mine. David once asked me why I hadn't simply had Matt dealt with directly. I smiled and said nothing. A man like Matt, stripped of power, was as good as dead already. I wanted him to watch himself lose everything and become nobody.

Just ten digits. Her heart began beating faster. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, forcing herself upright. “Let’s see who you really are.” She opened her laptop and typed the number into a search engine. Nothing. No results. No business listing. No social media. No records at all. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.” Everyone had something online. Everyone left traces. She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives.

No notifications trying to pull me back into anyone else’s orbit. Relief hit first, warm and immediate. Good. No expectations. No one waiting for me to respond. No silent disappointment disguised as Just checking in. Then, because my brain enjoys chaos, disappointment followed. It wasn’t sharp or dramatic. Just a small, annoying flicker. The kind that made me roll my eyes at myself. What exactly were you hoping for? I didn’t know. I never did. I sighed and shoved the phone back into my pocket, already exhausted by the mental gymnastics required to interpret my own emotions.

I could walk, but to where ? The wind picked up, cold and cruel, reminding me of the world. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear cars honking. Laughter erupted from inside the club, happy, merry. My hands trembled as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I hadn’t even noticed when they’d finally broken free. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and turned eagerly. It was just a random guy. He glanced at me for a split second, then averted his gaze. He didn’t care; no one did. I didn’t know what I expected anyway.

"Don't be ridiculous. He's my oldest friend. We've been tight since kindergarten. He's just happy for me." Cedric stayed quiet. She always played that card whenever he got even a little jealous. And if he pushed it? She'd throw Reine in his face. Just thinking about her made his chest tighten. How long had it been since she vanished? No calls. No texts. Just—gone. He was stuck in that memory spiral until Elyna's voice yanked him out. She had to call his name more than once. Her eyes were red, chest rising with every angry breath.

Every single passing second is echoing with dread and worry about what all this is about. I am a nobody. No one has ever asked about me since I dropped out of college and was thrown into this dungeon. All my friends blocked me from social media or something. They don't care to look for me, and I don't. I see no one on my wall. My social media accounts have nothing on my friends list, and my walls are filled with only my own paintings. The world has been mute, unaware, and unbothered about my existence. Why would anyone rekindle my existence just now? For what godforsaken purpose?

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I sit there beside Toby and people started to shove foods and drinks to our faces. "No, thank you." I refused the glass of beer kindly. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Hey, Mitz, Toby..." A girl's voice. I turned my head and saw a girl with black hair smiling at me. "I'm Naya. I'm the only female Quill Warrior." She said, sounding so proud. I would also be proud if i was her. "Stop showing off, Naya." Toby rolled his eyes. "What? Should I also tell her about the last battle that we had? You know, when i totally kicked your..."

Six hours since it happened… Six long, terrifying hours… She was here, in London, in this beautiful, big house, close to Hyde Park, trying to make sense of what was really going on around her. Everybody in the living room was doing something… except for her. She was just standing there, motionless, empty, still stunned. The tension in the room was so thick one could cut it with a knife. People were standing in small groups, some talking in low, worried voices, some breaking into tears now and then, others comforting, others holding themselves apart from it all, standing or sitting with fierce self-control about them which held them silent and still. Waiting for some news, any kind of news, H