Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The approach was silent, a low-altitude glide that felt like holding one's breath over a fathomless abyss. The "Blind Spot" emerged from the Mediterranean fog not as an island of rock and soil, but as a jagged shard of obsidian rising from the sea. It was a masterpiece of architectural camouflage, a fortress of reinforced polymer and smart-glass that mimicked the turbulent reflection of the waves.

As soon as Shayan moved away from the window, the observer also vanished from sight. To be continued...

"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."

The dock was momentarily deserted, the stack of H-8 alloy I-beams gleaming invitingly. ​At 12:42 PM, a nondescript white van, bearing the logo of a generic HVAC servicing company, pulled up near the gate. Two men, dressed in reflective vests and hard hats—the perfect camouflage—slipped out. They had no tools for ventilation; only a small, briefcase-sized spectrometer.

Judging me, pitying me. I turned my gaze out the window, watching the night slip by. “She destroyed everything, Blad. My marriage, my home. Even my name. And he... ” I bit my lip hard, tasting blood. “He froze my accounts. Every damn one of them. Do you know what that means?” Blade stayed silent. “It means he wants me broke, powerless and invisible.” I gave a bitter laugh. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’m still Vanessa. And he’s going to regret underestimating me.”

“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.

I have so many things to worry about now' he said sighing. 'It can't wait. It's really urgent' I said 'What is it Vivian?' He asked tiredly. 'All the videos we shot yesterday has vanished. There isn't any single trace of them in the internet anymore' I said 'No, it's impossible. I saw it yesterday, it was among the top trending topics. How did it manage to disappear?' He asked confused. 'I don't know. Only someone with great power and connection can do that' I said. 'Who do you have in mind?' He asked staring at me intently.