Vanishing Half Book Novels & Stories

“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

This cultivation method was also suitable for him to study in his current realm. Moreover, it was only limited to his current study. "Caspian, is there something wrong with this cultivation method?" At this time, Jessica asked. Caspian looked in the direction Jessica pointed and immediately discovered that there was indeed something wrong with the booklet. He took the booklet and glanced at it. He was surprised to find that it was incomplete. It was like a booklet being torn in half after someone opened it. Right now, only the upper half of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Art remained.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

"I'm relieved to hear it. Please proceed" Thus encouraged, Brolosi fingered a remote. A wall screen swirled into life. Midvalian script appeared, morphed to Dodvalian, and started to scroll. The text was supported by diagrams, photos, and video. "It took our computers twelve point three standard units to break the Midvalian code", Brolosi said matter-of-factly, "but the task was accomplished. There is a great deal of content, much of which could be described as trivial, but certain items demand our attention".

Sylvain interjected with a shrug, "it's all good. At the time, Tania didn't fully trust me. I couldn't expect you to." Zora offered Sylvain an appreciative smile, "I then told you that the second half was sent somewhere and I wasn't sure where, that magic would protect it until it needed to be found. That was an untruth. The second half of the book had chosen me as its keeper. I could not hand the book over to you until the time was right. Have you gone through the first half?"

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

The courtyard is quiet in the specific way of Silver Hollow after midnight: the city is not asleep, it never entirely sleeps, but the particular quality of human and supernatural life that gives it its daytime energy has settled into a lower register and what remains is the city's texture without its volume. "Halfway," she says. He looks at her. "Fifty chapters," she says. "Of whatever we are calling this." He is quiet for a moment. "A life," he says. "A life," she agrees. "Is that what you have been doing inside?" he asks. "Accounting for the life?" "Taking stock," she says. "Two pages backward and three pages forward." "The forward pages are longer." "They usually are," she says. "That is

I just ignored them and focused on getting to the other side. When we reached the shelves, the old man asked our grade and started taking out thick rickety books from the shelves in pairs. I really had to stifle a gasp seeing the thick books that were spread in front of me. The thickest was algebra. Oh! Great. I just hate maths and there are no other rivals like us in this whole world, trust me. That was the only subject I used to lose my As. Boom goes the canon! I got bored so I excused myself and walked away from them to look around where there was the least number of people. I walked aimlessly tracing my fingers along the slightly dusty shelves while inhaling the scent of books.

Caption: "Found the other half of my soul." The second: Their hands clasped together, their shadows merging into one in the moonlight. Caption: "My wolf is finally whole." The third: Willow lying in Lucas's arms, a satisfied flush on her cheeks. Caption: "Protecting my Omega." Each post should have felt like a knife twisting in my heart. But the sharp sting of betrayal had faded, replaced by a strange, cold calm. The pain had been so intense for so long that it had finally burned itself out, leaving only numbness in its wake.

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has passed the first test. Now let's see if she can pass the second.*