The Vanishing Point Book Novels & Stories

The book slid from her grasp, creeping toward the edge of the roof. Below, a dark van screeched to a stop. Its doors flew open. Is the person coming out of the van a new enemy, or the only person who can save them?

the bird reminded. “Err, thanks for the help,” Van said. “This is a thank you for freeing me from that cage.” “Oh that snapping cage, do you remember who put you there?” “There is no one there, the cage comes to life and swallowed me. Well I should be going.” And he’s off. Like what the pigeon said, waiting here is not so entertaining. Apart from the misshapen trees, there is nothing interesting that could be seen around them. “Is that a signpost Cara?” Van pointed at something near a boulder.

The bond they’d forged in the Deep Pantry was slipping away, fading like smoke. June’s hand shot to her belt. The weight—gone. Her heart hammered. The Golden Book was dissolving, turning into a swirl of white mist. “No!” She tried to grab it, but her hands slid right through. “Not the recipes. Not the proof!” The Book vanished. Everything around her blurred. People started walking backward. Cars zipped by in reverse. The Auditor’s voice crashed down from the clouds, young and smug, like he’d just heard a good joke.

] I had not saved the number, but once upon a time, I knew it by heart. Jack caught a glimpse of the message and instinctively squeezed my hand tighter, as if he feared I might slip away. Without a flicker of emotion, I deleted the text and turned to Jack with a reassuring smile. "Jack, let's tie the knot."

I could not see a title—only strange patterns that twisted and shook as if they knew I was looking. Then— The letters changed. They rearranged themselves, curling into words I could suddenly read. "The Truth You Refuse to See." A sharp chill raked down my spine. “Don’t touch it,” Lucian warned. But it was too late. My fingers had already closed around the book’s surface. And the world— Vanished. Lucian’s POV One moment, we were standing in the chamber. The next— We were somewhere else. The ground beneath me felt unstable, shifting like mist yet solid under my boots. The air was different—colder, sharper, laced with something metallic.

Daniel said still staring at the ground where the evil one's body once laid. "Speaking of the evil one being gone. I have a question?" Ethan voice out and they all stared at him. "If the book that was in the fire was just some unimportant book, why are my hands disappearing?" "Yeah, good question. Vivian what's going on?" Janice asked with a raised eyebrow.

Conan said and transformed into his black wolf. Adele entered the art room and headed straight toward the painting she had seen earlier. At the corner of the picture, there was a symbol that resembled a crescent moon. She vaguely remembered seeing this symbol somewhere and looked across the room. Beside the painting was a sculpture of a woman holding a spear with the same crescent moon shape on the top. When she rotated the moon-shaped thing, the painting moved and slid across the wall, revealing a passage. " Found it," Adele said excitedly and ran out to call the other two.

The nearest creature’s black eyes flared wide. “What are you - " it tried. She tightened her fingers. The invisible thread snapped tight around whatever passed for its core. The thing convulsed. Its back bowed, limbs jerking, mouth stretched wide in a scream she couldn’t hear. Its shadow on the ground rippled, then tore, the edges dissolving like paper left too long in water. The others recoiled. “Stop,” one shrieked. “You’ll - " Althea twisted. Something broke. Not bone. Not skin.

And a war to win. The moment didn’t dissipate when we stopped moving. It burrowed in, nestled down where our boots could no longer kick loose stone. We came up next to the observatory just after nightfall, having ascended a service stair Evelina had stumbled across years ago in the margin of a book. The stone here was older still; weary of clinging to secrets, Obscura had yet to admit she lied about. I could taste the wards thinning as we climbed them. Not weaker, exactly. Stretched. Faculty magic expended too thin, reaching every which way to slow the semester’s death rattles.

Help me arrange the move abroad. There was no one left here worth staying for. I left in a rush. I packed through the second half of the night and moved out before dawn. I did not even return to the company. … When Selena realized she could not reach me, she panicked. She borrowed other people's phones and called again and again. None of them worked. I disappeared from her life cleanly, like a gust of wind. All I left her were a few dreamlike years of memories and the engagement ring, placed neatly on the table.