Nothingness Book Novels & Stories

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Probability flows beneath everything like an invisible tide. It is elegant. It is ruthless. And at its center, there is a blank. Nora. Where her fate should be, there is nothing. No thread. No shadow. No distortion. No misdirection. Only absence. Fate follows my gaze. “She is still unreadable,” he says. “Yes,” I answer. A tremor passes through him. “She should not exist.” I do not argue. “Neither should the fact that Death chose her,” he adds. Silence stretches.

"The place where every unfinished story is abandoned." The room became still. The woman frowned. "A place can't move." "No," the First Reader replied quietly. "It isn't a place anymore." "It became... hungry." The bright point continued drifting across the map. Each line it consumed vanished forever. Adrian watched several glowing paths disappear. "What happens to those stories?" The White Book answered before anyone else could. Fresh words appeared across its pages. They are forgotten before they are ever imagined. A chill ran through the room. The boy slowly closed the nameless notebook.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

It was like a joke too big for the world to hold. I let out a laugh I could not hold back. Arguing with him felt pointless, like trying to wake someone who's faking sleep. I did not want to waste my breath on a pointless debate, so I played along with his wild story. "Yeah, right, I tricked you into going to church. Let's just go and get this divorce over with." Rosa's grin was too big to hide, her teeth shining as she said, "If we knew it would end like this, why even start? Let's just get it done with."

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

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The silence wasn't passive — it listened. Only three other students were up there. One with headphones hunched over architectural blueprints. Another asleep on a pile of highlighted Marxism texts. The third moved like a ghost between the shelves, never stepping too hard. Noah sat. Opened his book. Flipped past the pages he was supposed to read and settled on a sentence he'd already underlined, not remembering when. "Life escapes; and perhaps without life nothing else is worth while." He stared at it for a long time, his fingers curled slightly against the edge of the paper. The ink shimmered faintly under the old library lights — weak, uneven fluorescents that cast shadows in directions they