Unravel Me Book の小説・ストーリー

"Who are you?" "I am the one who has been waiting. The one who has been watching. The one who has been patient. I am the Unraveler. And I am here to destroy everything you have built." The vision dissolved. I stood in the Weaving Ground, my heart pounding, my mind racing. Maris was the Unraveler's pawn. The Chamber of Voices had been infiltrated. The stories I had helped heal were being corrupted. I ran to the Archive. The scrolls were fading, their words dissolving into nothing. The stories of the wolves who had shared their grief were unraveling, their existence eroding.

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Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

Speckles of dust span through the light, floating upwards and spinning slowly as they rose. “What’s this old book going to tell us?” Ryna asked, sliding one hand onto her hip. Her slim, blonde eyebrows raised slightly, and I sighed. “Let me show you,” I said. I laid it out on the desk, and flipped through the old, thin pages until I found the one with the folded-down corner. I pushed the corner up, and swivelled the book around to show the small crowd of people surrounding me. Luna Carla was at the front, seeming particularly intrigued by what the nondescript book she’d given me had to offer. I just hoped that my analysis of the old folk tale had been correct.

Unraveling together. End of Chapter 85

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

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"Every time I try to take some kind of control over my life, I end up with fewer answers and more bruises. Not this time. If you don't want to help me, fine! This book has even a chance of leading me home, I'm not giving it up either." Her lips parted, ready to scold me but she didn't. She just looked at me, tired now of arguing back and forth with me. "Then you're more naive than I thought. That book wasn't meant for finding your way back, Iris. It was meant for calling things forward." "Stop trying to confuse me! At least it responded to me, didn't it?" I held up my half, "If it wasn't meant for me, then why is it listening?"

It brushes the back of my neck and I can feel him right beside me, close enough that his scent wraps around me. My stomach knots. I keep my eyes on the shelves, forcing myself to focus on the rows of titles instead of the way my pulse won’t stop racing. I scan the books until one catches my eye. The title almost makes me laugh, ‘Screwed Up? Here’s Your Reset Button.’ How fitting. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snickering and grab the book fast. “I think I see another one,” he utters, his voice dipping a little lower now. “Up top.”

Hunting me. NO! The denial is pure instinct, a flare of terror brighter than the Gardener’s eyes. But my consciousness… it’s fraying. Splintering like old wood under an axe. I am the cliff crumbling. I am the roots screaming as they’re ripped from bedrock. I am the distant, icy laughter vibrating up from the deepest pit within me. The Unraveler. Seizing its moment. Coordinating the assault from its cell. Its chilling amusement is a counterpoint to the Gardener’s furious screeching. Let the anchor break. Let the chaos reign. Let me out.