Vanishing Half Book Novels & Stories

Until I got to the entry of a name. Amelia Verran. The entry was wrong. Too short. Too vague. “Transferred to auxiliary pack under Alpha’s discretion.” No reason. No details, nothing. The Moonblood Records were obsessive in their detail. They recorded quarrels over land, petty disputes, even marriages that lasted mere weeks. Yet Amelia Verran vanished into thin air. There was also the unmistakable scent of Jasmine lingering on it. She had been interested in this very book. I snapped the book shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous shelves. My heart pounded with vicious excitement. Whatever truth was buried here, it was tied to Jasmine. I could feel it in my bones.

The twelfth entry was missing. I was aware of the way it was possible for old pages to disappear, with their edges crumbling from age or the ink fading to the point of no longer being readable. The page had disappeared in the same way that happens when a person decides it should no longer exist—cut cleanly along the binding using something sharp enough to leave not a single ragged edge, a precision which told him more than the fact of its absence did. The person who had done this had taken their time; they had not pulled the page out in a state of panic, but had removed it in the way a surgeon removes a lesion, deliberately, without rushing, and with the confidence that no one would ever not

Point of View: Alexander "It burned down in nineteen sixty one," Daniel said, sliding a folder across the table with the particular carefulness of a man delivering bad news he has already tried and failed to soften. "Half the records survived. The rest are gone." Elena took the folder before I could, her hands moving faster than her voice. "Half is not nothing," she said. "Half is a place to start."

Jax took the laptop, brought it to our table. "I dug deeper into Vanessa's past after Violet's half-blood theory. Found some sealed Alliance records that required... creative access methods." He opened the laptop, turned it so we could all see. "A half-blood witch named Vanessa was investigated for dark magic practices fifteen years ago. Blood rituals. Compulsion spells. Memory alteration. Forbidden arts that violated multiple Alliance laws." My breath caught. "She disappeared before trial," Jax continued. "Authorities assumed she fled to human territories where Alliance law doesn't reach. Case went cold."

I stopped writing this book for a while because of low reads but thanks to your growing comments and support I'm thinking about finishing it. Till the next update. Keep voting and commenting please. Chapter soundtrack: Half a man by Dean Lewis

“There might be an answer hidden inside the forbidden book.” Without waiting for the board members to dismiss the crowd, the four of us quietly slipped away from the field. We hurried across the courtyard and ran straight to Eileen’s dorm room. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind us, I rushed over to the small desk. I pulled out the book from its hiding spot and tossed it onto the mattress. I sat down and began to flip through the weathered, yellowed pages immediately, my fingers searching for any mention of the glowing dome. Finally, my eyes landed on a section containing faded illustrations of a fractured crescent symbol. It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the

Alys asked him quietly, as she ran her fingers over the carvings, staring at them in wonder. “This is a supernatural shop. Our warlock friend runs it and he sells all sorts of books on the different beings, as well as all manner of other things. I thought it would be good for you to come here and maybe we can get you a book on werewolf history so you can learn more on our species, and I am hoping to find one on Half Bloods.” Aiden explained. He knocked three times before turning the handle and walking in.

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.

“I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.” Slowly, Caitlin reached into her bag and removed the folder and the torn page. She held it out, and the old woman’s eyes widened just a bit as she examined it. After a few moments, she handed it back to Caitlin. “Do you know it?” Caitlin asked. “Do you have it?”

I stood up and looked down at her. "Fine, Hilary. I'll disappear, just the way you wanted. But don't you dare regret it later." She seemed to relax a little, like a weight had lifted. "Nick, I can tell you right now, I will never regret it." After she left, I sat at the table staring at the untouched coffee in front of me, lost in thought for over half an hour. Just as I was heading back to the hotel, my phone rang. It was my father.