The Forest Of Vanishing Stars: A Novel Novels & Stories

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

It felt like ash layered over something molten, a quiet heat pulsing upward in slow, steady rhythms that echoed faintly with her own heartbeat, grounding her even as the space around her felt… wrong, as if her body recognised the place before her mind could accept it. The forest unfurled in every direction, yet bore none of the life a forest ought to cradle. The trees stood tall and blackened, their trunks split and scarred as if they had burned in some ancient cataclysm and never healed, char flaking in brittle seams that caught no wind, their branches clawing at a sky that offered nothing in return. There were no stars, no moon, no sense of distance or depth, only an endless dark that devo

"Who did you sell me to?" My whole body trembles now, violent shakes that I can't control. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together, but I'm falling apart right here on this filthy floor. "Does it matter?" Claire's voice is bored, like we're discussing the weather. "At least we won't have to look at those ugly scars anymore." The sound of tires on gravel cuts through the morning quiet. Through the grimy window, I catch a glimpse of black metal that gleams like obsidian in the pale sunlight.

Snow fell in slow, soundless sheets, veiling the world in white silence. Each flake clung to Serenya’s lashes, melting under the heat of her tears as she stood at the mouth of the cave. The storm had swept down from the mountains overnight, burying the forest in ice, as though the land itself sought to erase the battle and the blood that had been spilled.

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

she whispered into the night. No answer. Only wind. But the same scent lingered in the air. And now she was certain. She wasn’t alone in this forest. And whoever—whatever—was watching her… Wasn’t human. The Scent of Secrets” The morning sun filtered through the large windows, casting a pale glow over Ashara’s bedroom. Outside, the forest whispered with birdsong and a faint chill in the air. Inside, the silence was different—thick, uncertain, touched by the lingering shadow of the night before.

Van did what he does the best novella woke up from the pleasure when she saw his face she instantly became scared. With a cunning tongue he a charming smile he convinces Novella that he was deeply in love with her. He told her all kinda lies to sway her heart and with that, he won over her she was too naive to realize the truth. The Truth was Van Need a substitute for Ezra and since she looks Slightly like Ezra. He would Pretend it was her but this was all a fantasy in his mind That night he played with Novella Emotion. She was his puppet She believes every word he said she gave herself to him again. The ball end but Van deicide to stay in the kingdom longer he would visit Ezra in the morn

However, what stole the centre intention of my eyes was the change in the sky. The seventh raven black sky was finding a way to shake the twinkling stars off of its surface as though a burden it shook off its lazy shoulders , or an old garment that was no longer in fashion and so it decided to cast it off as a second unwanted skin. And instead, however, it put on a shiny, holy and newly polished ornament of its very own, or for that matter a garment, anyhow, all in all it was blinding my eyes from its thriving light, giving the whole place a new polish to admire.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

I stared at myself in the elevator mirror like I didn't recognise the girl staring back. My brown skin was usually smooth, clear and unapologetically mine. But now it was covered in red blotches. Not just any marks, but his marks. His mouth had left them on my neck, my collarbone… My chest . They were everywhere. Loud, messy whispers of a night I didn't remember agreeing to. My fingers trembled as I pulled the collar of my cloth higher, trying to hide the evidence of what i couldn't remember or didn't want to remember. My mouth tasted like cotton and regret.I felt so irritated by my skin.