Nothingness Book Novels & Stories

Into something *truer*. When her hand met his— There was no explosion. No shockwave. No violent clash. There was— Silence. Absolute. The world didn’t stop. But it felt like it did. Because everything else— The wolves. The storm. The ruins. The forest— All of it faded. And it was just them. --- Inside the connection— There was no clearing. No ruins. No battle. Just— Space. Not empty. Not cold. But undefined. A place where nothing had been decided yet.

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

"I'm nothing close to that, Katherine." "In that case, why don't you just say it straight? I'm not good at guessing." Slowly, he advanced. His precise, heavy steps echoed in the whole room. I blinked. Then he's in front of me. "I am between life and death, Katherine. I don't die, but I'm not breathing either." I felt shivers ran down my spine. I can feel his eyes like cold silver piercing through me. Small, strange noises distracted me. I looked down and rolled my eyes. The floor... was cracking!

The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping himself around something fragile, treacherous, and ominously familiar.

He was reading a novel, which was what he did when the space was clearing. Ernest went to the east wing door. Don looked up. "The book is gone," Ernest said. "The book is gone," Don said. He held Ernest's gaze. "The space is empty." Ernest came in. He sat on the bench. They looked at the county through the east window — the January county, the honest landscape, the bare trees and the dormant fields and the specific quality of winter that was not absence but preparation. "The empty space is the condition," Don said. "Not the problem. The empty space is the condition of the next thing arriving."

The chamber was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling silence that hung like a shroud over the gathered assembly. A heavy book lay open on the table, its pages empty, yet it seemed to pulse with a hidden power, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. Around the book stood a group of figures, their faces obscured by the darkness that clung to the corners of the room. Each of them carried the weight of their master's will, and none dared speak as they awaited the signal.

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

/ Nozomi wasted no time in transforming and leaving through the shadows. While she was out, she questioned her book, “Can’t you books sense or see other magical people in the area? Or do you just choose not to say it?” “What do you think?” “What exactly are you books? Why are you books here? How did you come about? Are all of you the same?” Nozomi wondered aloud. Her book chuckled. “Ever the curious one.” “One day, I’ll get the answers.” “I look forward to that. Maybe then I’ll get my answer too.”

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.