Vanishing Half Book Novels & Stories

Adrian’s POV The polar night was supposed to be comforting. Darkness here was thick, stable, and absolute. It pressed gently against the senses, calming the blood, dulling unnecessary thoughts. For pureblood vampires and unborn offspring alike, this was the most suitable environment in existence. No sun, no disruption, no risk. And yet, from that very night onward, I felt profoundly unsettled. It wasn’t pain, not at first. It was an absence. A strange hollowness, as though something essential had been pulled from my body without leaving a visible wound behind.

“Mavis..oh Mavis, the fact that you sent your man to get me, it means that you are at the wit's end after all you are too proud to even lower your head in front of a halfling like me. One who used corpses to perform magic spells as means.” Mavis pursed her lips, she turned to look at the door where Matt stood and no sooner did she look at the door, than a book was thrown inside. When the book was thrown inside, Mavis pressed her foot on the book and then said, “This a book that has proven helpful for halflings like you, if you learn the spells and incantations of this book then you wouldn’t have to live in the graveyard.” The dark witch looked at the book though she hated Mavis who had looke

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.

Hana has a right to all floors except the 5th floor. Hana walked around the 1st floor but still couldn't find the book she needed. She went up to the 2nd floor, glided through the 3rd floor, and then stopped at the 4th floor. Hana noticed the two books at the end of the range; it seemed like they were old books that had been abandoned for quite some time. The first book is titled 15 types of magic and relationships. The second book is called the art of combining magic. Hana grabbed two books and sat avidly reading. It wasn't until the librarian announced the closure and kicked Hana out that darkness enveloped Scott Hall. Hana remembered her morning date with Claura and hurriedly climbed onto

I asked, touching a particular thick book. “That one’s about bloodline history,” he said when I held it up. “It was written by a half-mad seer,” he added. His answers were brief, but still it felt like a conversation. I wanted to continue, so I grabbed a book tucked behind the others. The book was so old it looked like it had survived a fire. Its edges were burnt, and blackened. The title had long faded away, and the cover was cracked with age. “What about this one?” I asked, pointing to it without touching. “Why are you keeping it?”

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.

The arrangement was the fifth book. He opened his journal. He wrote: Don said: we are the fifth book. The unwritten thing the written argument was approaching. The convergence cannot be written — it is the inside account at its most inside. The four books approached it. The convergence is what we are. The fifth book is the living. We are the fifth book.

A sickening crack echoed as she collapsed to the ground, her body going still even as a faint, eerie smile lingered on her lips. “Everything… will fall into place,” she whispered faintly. “At the half moon…” Her voice slowly faded as life drained from her eyes. Silence followed, heavy and suffocating after her death. We stood there, staring at her lifeless body, her final words hanging in the air like a curse. “The half moon?” I murmured. “What does that even mean?” No one answered at first. But then, Vivian gasped. Her body went rigid with a familiar stance.

Every word. Every diagram. Gone. Valerie stared at the empty paper. “No…” She flipped to the previous page. Blank. Another. Blank. All of it erased. Her pulse surged. “It’s wiping it.” Evelyn’s expression darkened. “It’s trying to.” Valerie tightened her grip on the book. “Trying?” Evelyn stepped closer. “It can’t erase everything.” “Why not?” Evelyn met her eyes directly. “Because some of it isn’t inside the system anymore.”

Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window.