Slowly Fading Novels & Stories

Then it sank in and went black, and the whole column shivered from my wrist to my elbow like water in a cup on a moving cart, and every letter in it went pale at once. “It is working,” Rhys said. “Wren, look. It is fading.” “That is not fading.” “It is fading; I can see it going.” “That is clearing,” I said. “That is a page being cleared.” And it went white. All of it, wrist to elbow, clean as a swept floor, and for one second I had my own arm back. Then, in the middle of it, one line at a time, in a hand with a flat R and a crossed seven, unhurried, as though there were all the time in the world and always had been:

Zach’s voice grew even gentler, now laced with urgency, “Coco and I already agreed. She just needs to wait three more years, and she’ll get what she wants. It’s not like I'll run away, right? “Stop crying. Otherwise, your stomach will start hurting again. And if your eyes are all swollen tomorrow, how are you going to be a beautiful bride?” Ruby finally broke into a tearful smile. Zach let out a sigh of relief and then spoke to me in a slightly calmer tone. “Coco, what’s your silence supposed to mean? Apologize to Ruby already!” I clenched my fists, hating myself for even liking that post in the first place. Still, I had done nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?

"Then it begins to fade. Every day, a little dimmer. A little greyer. And as the light dies, so do you." Dante had gone completely still. Kael's hands were almost trembling. "The pain is exquisite," Katherine continued. "It starts in your bones—a deep ache that feels like your marrow is turning to ash. Then it spreads. Your organs begin to shut down, one by one. Your magic—if you have any—turns against you, eating you from the inside out. You'll wish for death long before it comes. But the spell likes to take its time. Weeks, sometimes years. Watching the mark fade. Watching yourself fade with it."

A final breath slipped through her lips, slow… uneven… almost reluctant to leave. “…it was you…” For a heartbeat after the words, she was still there. Her gaze remained on him… softened now, emptied of everything except recognition… and something that looked almost like peace. Then the light in her eyes began to fade slowly. Her chest rose once more… faint, shallow… uncertain then faltered halfway through the motion. Her fingers, which had trembled faintly against the broken earth, lost their strength first. The tension drained from them, leaving them still… open… no longer reaching for anything.

“Take it away. I won’t be eating it, and don’t come here anymore. I don’t want to see you again.” However, Carl ignored me. “Be good, Natalie. Stop throwing a tantrum. Once you’re all better, we’ll meet my parents, and you’ll get another baby in the future.” Getting impatient, I flung the bowl he held onto the floor. “Are you done?! Get out!” The bowl shattered to pieces with a loud crash. Carl started to tear up. As he got choked up, he said, “Natalie, can we really not go back to the way things were before? I—”

The brothers were quick to comfort her, dabbing at her tears with tissues. Seeing how much they cared for her, I did not feel like arguing anymore. I went back to my room in silence, took down the drawing of the four of us that the brothers had made, and cut it up. Then, I found a lighter and watched as the picture turned to ash. Years of feelings disappeared with the flames. … I lay in bed, put in my earplugs, and blocked out the happy noise from outside. I soon drifted off into a deep sleep. It was the first time in a long while that I did not dream about the brothers.

She let out a fake smile. "Marry, why are you crying," Faith asks. "Nothing," She tried to hold back her tear but she can't and whimper. " Marry, come here", Faith gives her a nice cuddle. " Now tell me, clear and straight", Faith demands. " Richard, he is in a comma, years ago and Brandon is taking care of his treatment, but he doesn't want me to leave you for one sec, and that is the reason I can't see him,"

Something flickered across Ellis’s face, a mix of emotion she didn’t voice. “I brought you something to eat. “Go have it while I show Russell the rooms.” Their figures disappeared down the hallway. I forced a smile and said nothing. I contacted a mover, as I had packed up our shared items to send them away. When the last box was being carried onto the truck, Ellis rushed over. “These are our things. Why are you giving them away?” “I just don’t like them anymore. We can buy new ones later,” I said lightly. My explanation didn’t convince her, and she was about to question me when a panicked voice echoed from the balcony.

"To him, you're not even as important as that Omega." I wanted to argue, but all that came out of my throat was a hoarse growl. The wolfsbane had already burned through my vocal cords. My consciousness began to fade. With the last trace of wolf spirit left in me, I sent one final message through the mind-link.

Thirty. My hair began to turn white, wrinkles formed around my eyes, but my gaze remained as cold as ice. I never stopped missing her. Every night, I dreamed of her smile when she was eighteen. I dreamed of the afternoon she told me she loved me. I dreamed of the despair in her eyes when she left me. I always woke up to a wet pillow. One night, forty years later, the head researcher from the foundation called. "Alpha, we did it. We've developed a cure for Wolf Spirit Decay."