Slowly Fading Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Lumina. I mean that, even if you don't believe me." "Don't," I said. "Don't you dare say you're sorry while you do this to me." Janice didn't answer. The grey around us was starting to move now, slow and deliberate, like tide pulling back from a shore. I could feel myself thinning at the edges, not disappearing exactly, but losing definition, like a drawing being erased line by line from the outside in. "Wait," I said, panic surging fresh and violent. "Wait, please, just—just let me say goodbye. Let me tell them—"

Reluctantly, William lovingly stroked Lily's head and said gently, "I'll go find a book." Sophie had already grown used to William's biased attitude toward Lily. After they left, she picked up her phone to contact Alena Graham, her mentor in the dance troupe. Alena had always been kind to Sophie, so she wanted to say farewell and handle some final procedures before she left. Sophie had spent many years with the dance troupe, putting in a lot of effort before gaining success. Now, she had more than a dozen juniors under her guidance. The reason there were still 29 days before her departure was that she wanted to teach them everything she could.

Martin heard every word, and his hands were left hanging in the air, still holding Stacy's gaze but finally feeling the bone-cutting chill in her gaze. And in under five minutes, all the drones started crashing into the sea, one after the other. "Hey, what's going on? Why are the drones falling out of the sky?" They were quite far from the beach, but Martin still seemed to hear the splashes as the drones fell into the sea. It was as if everything came crashing down on his heart, leaving him breathless. That was when he felt a lightness in his hands as Stacy took the bouquet from his hands.

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

This park, once a sanctuary of laughter and love, now seemed to echo with fading whispers of a distant past. It had been five years since Sarah had experienced true happiness, five years since she had felt the warmth of a loving embrace. Her world had turned gray the day her husband, Daniel, had passed away, leaving her to navigate the depths of grief alone. Since then, she had been caught in a perpetual cycle of sadness and isolation, the echoes of love growing fainter with each passing day.

“When you’re ready.” Ginna looked at the two papers. She picked up Tanya’s first. Held it in both hands. Max’s light got a little brighter—the compass reacting—and then, as Ginna started the dissolution, it changed. Not the sharp flare from before. Something softer, spreading out into the room like light you could almost feel more than see. The paper in her hands started to fade. Not burn or tear. Just… disappear. The ink lifted away first, then the paper itself, until there was nothing left between her fingers.

A message from Harris: "The mate-bond severance scroll has been delivered." A tear slipped down my cheek—the last I would ever shed for Leon Ashford. The last gift of a bond he chose to break.

The therapist took off his glasses, revealing a pair of clear blue‑gray eyes. “Okay. Now the session is over. We’re no longer doctor and patient.” He smiled slightly. “Senior, do you remember me?”

I started walking slowly, trying my best not to pass out. " Just a little bit more Ara, hold on for a bit. ", I mumbled to myself I dragged myself to the river as I felt my body was slowly going to collapse. My vision started to blur, my eyelids getting heavy, my head spinning crazily, I couldn't feel my body any longer. Am I dying ? I totally lost myself and my body dropped to the ground, I could feel the cold water hitting my skin, all the noises in the background slowly fading away.

Something inside me is breaking apart, slipping away faster than I can hold onto it. “Lydia,” I whisper, my voice cracking. I turn my head, searching for her. I don’t see her, but I can feel her presence through the bond. Only… it’s fading. With every heartbeat, her presence grows weaker, more distant, as if she’s slipping through my fingers and vanishing into the void.