Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

My gaze drifted to the black suit he wore, the very one that had started all of this. "Then throw that suit away," I said softly. "I'll make you a new one." He nodded without hesitation, his eyes tender, full of hope. "Okay." For a while, I truly believed life would go on peacefully from there. But then, Vincent appeared. At first, he only lingered near our home, standing at a distance with a dark, brooding stare fixed on our windows. Soon, though, he began to lose control, shouting, raging, completely out of his mind.

A subtle device tucked beneath the frame blinked once, sending a signal, then vanished into the shadows at the far edge of the property. Everything seemed calm. Everything seemed safe. But not everything was as it appeared.

My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray. “Her temperature is dropping!” My father’s voice cracked. “Her wolf spirit… it’s leaving her! They said she could get treatment in Manhattan. How could this be happening?” My mother’s choked sobs filled the room as she clutched the family moonstone, a desperate attempt to summon the pack healer faster. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was alright, but I couldn't even lift a finger. As my consciousness began to fray, the healer rushed into the room. I heard his heavy, sorrowful sigh.

VIVIAN POV The morning sun cut through the thin blinds of the living room, casting sharp lines of gold across the carpet. Vivian sat at her small worktable, her head resting in her hands. The terror of the night before still hummed in her veins—the cracked glass of the balcony door, the shadowy figures with glowing violet eyes, the way Stan had thrown himself forward to seal the lock before the heavy glass shattered completely. They had vanished into the cityscape as quickly as they appeared, but the warning was clear. They were being hunted. And walking down the street with a six-foot-four man dressed in blood-stained ancient armor was no longer just embarrassing—it was a beacon.

"The whole sector is grey. She is gone, sir. We cannot see her anymore." I look out the window at the tarmac of the courtyard. The pack flags are flapping in the wind. She is gone. She is in the dark. And she is looking right at us. "Alpha?" Ethan whispers. "What do we do?" "Get the car," I say.

“Faster than you realize. You look up one day and something that was there just… isn’t anymore.” My gaze dropped back to the canvas. The paint had settled into something heavier now. The center darkened, edges blurred, like something being swallowed slowly. “So you take pictures,” I said quietly. “So I don’t forget what it looked like before.” The words settled. I dragged the brush lightly across the edge this time, softening it. Blending instead of cutting.“Sounds exhausting,” I muttered. “Sometimes,” he said.“You didn’t answer the question,” he added after a while.

Since my parents were killed in a pack war five years ago, Adrian was the only family I had left. But now that he had betrayed me, he was no longer my family. "Elder Slone, that won't be necessary. Please submit a request to activate the Moon Goddess's Veil and erase all records of my existence." Her surprised voice came through. "Why? Once the Veil is activated, the person known as Camilla will completely disappear from the werewolf world. Your Alpha will lose his mind." I gave a bitter laugh. "He won't. He betrayed our mate bond."

“Mr. Johnson instructed us to bring pieces you glanced at more than once. We analyzed your browsing pattern.” Browsed. I hadn’t even bought anything—I’d just looked. “That’s absurd,” I muttered, but my voice was paper-thin. Girls lined up holding outfits in my size. Exactly my size. As if someone had scanned me while I slept. “Place them in the second-floor suite,” Vanessa told her assistants. I stood there, frozen. Half in awe. Half in horror. Clothes whispered against hangers. Shoes gleamed beneath soft light. The walls started to close in with labels I’d never dared to touch, let alone own.

*** Vanessa lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black night outside her window. She couldn't even remember the last time she didn't feel this alone. A single tear slid down her cheek, disappearing into the pillow. Being sick had a way of cracking her armor, and tonight was no different. She curled tighter under the blanket, wishing it felt like someone's arms. "Scott... you're really gonna lose me. Will that even matter to you?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath. Eventually, exhaustion won, pulling her under. *** The next morning, Vanessa gave the maids ten days off. She wanted quiet—no interruptions, no pity. Just peace for her final days here.

Me: "Moonstone powder and mistletoe." Melinda: "Cloak me now so none may know." Me: "Cloak me now so none may know." Melinda: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Me: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Melinda: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." Me: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." "Now, you can open your eyes," Melinda stated.