The Vanishing Point Book Novels & Stories

The Evanescence". I coincidentally learned the enchantment for it once, when I had a chance encounter at an ancient domain. It focuses on robbing the light over a particular thing causing it to look as if it disappeared. But in reality, it only makes it invisible."

After saying her prayers, she left the window side and tried reading some books to shift her mind off everything going on at that moment. She opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a book titled 'The Ascendants Of The White Phoenix.' It was a book about the creation of the white phoenix pack and the past Alphas who had ruled the pack. Vanessa was so invested in the book that it made her eyes glued to the pages of the book for hours.

Across the gray, starving skyline of New York, the truth began to scroll in letters fifty feet high. ​LIQUIDATION 2024: A FABRICATION. ​THE VANCE DEBT: VOID. ​THE ARCHITECT: ARTHUR VANE. ​THE DELETED: YOU EXIST. ​"The whole city can see it," I whispered, watching the names of the "Zeroed" flicker across the glass of the neighboring skyscrapers. ​ ​Julian lunged for me, a desperate, feral snarl escaping his lips, but Damian caught him mid-air, pinning him against the glass.

The Vane Empire was officially gone Arthurs voice was full of emotion as he told me that it was done. The book was clean. My mother would be proud. I had turned something into something good. I sat in the dark of the study the light coming from the moon. I felt a sense of closure. The plan was no longer a plan it was real. The Vane name would no longer be associated with things.

I could feel my own existence fading from the werewolf world. Like a drop of water dissolving into the ocean, leaving no trace behind.

I said to the man sitting on the driver's side of the van. The man Rafe had called Zed hit the gas and the van sped away from the hiding spot and into the highway. I twisted in my seat and looked back through the car window, the villa was still visible, looming like a castle from a nightmare. Beautiful and elegant. A place that had felt like a storybook at first, but now, it sat in the hills like a haunted mansion. I stared at it as long as I could, until i could no longer see it. The sky outside the window stretched wide a bright blue color and there were no bars, no locked doors keeping me away from seeing the sky.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

The clock struck midnight as the moon climbed to its zenith. I lay in bed, feeling my wolf spirit slipping away, piece by piece. It was a slow, receding tide, pulling all the life from me. “Aria! Hold on!” My mother’s voice sounded distant, though she gripped my hand tightly. “The healer is almost here!” I tried to answer, to reassure her, but no sound came out. My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray.

she commanded. With that final word, the "Vance Legacy" collapsed. The golden towers, the scrolling text, the mahogany tables, and the Boardroom’s ghosts all dissolved into a single, blinding flash of white light. The White Void didn't eat them; it became them. The System, the Auditors, and the Underwriters were wiped away by a tidal wave of absolute, beautiful silence. For a single heartbeat, there was nothing. No sound, no light, no pain. Just the feeling of two hands held tight in the dark.