Vanishing Half Book Novels & Stories

The Alpha asked. "I'm afraid the bond between him and his other half is severed, it's as if he lost his other half!!!" Abhi answered his soulless eyes solemn "What do you mean Abhi??" The Luna who has been quiet all along asked "I'm afraid he won't be able to transform!!"

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.

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 won her war. Now let's see if she can win the peace.*

“It was for me. It was the reason for your rapidly increasing power. They came to give me a cure. They said, according to one legend, the moon goddess wanted to experience the mate bond and will incarnate to feel it.” “Unfortunately, your body isn’t compatible with her sublime source of energy, so I need to find a solution to drain your excess energy by fulfilling the moon goddess’ wish to let her experience all trials of mate bond.” He opened a thick book on the table covered with a velvet cover locked with a golden hook. ‘Soul Fragments of Selene’ was the title of the book. Black ink was standing out over the yellowed leather skin pages, making me look scared and rare. The blood in my vein

I watched from the couch, confused, my mug of tea untouched and cold in my hand. The Woman who stepped in looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a luxury Magazine. Clipboard. Pearls. Glossy red Lips that curved with effortless command. “Good Afternoon,Mrs Johnson. I'm Vanessa, service manager of the Vogue gallery”. Mrs Johnson. The name still sounded foreign, like someone else's fairytale. Like something I had borrowed, not earned. Before I could react, She gave a polite nod and turned slightly towards the door.

My stomach was in knots, the pain so bad I could not even make it to the bathroom. That was when a shadow fell over me. "What's the matter? Heartache got you wishing for a second chance?" I looked up to see Jack Harris, arms folded, leaning casually against the doorframe, watching me with a detached gaze. He was all in black, his features sharp against the dim light, his eyes unreadable. His lips, though, were perfectly sculpted, even in the half-light. Suddenly, I felt that wave of unfairness wash over me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

The calendar was no bigger than the size of a palm, with only 30 pages in total, making it look rather shabby. Isla disregarded their shocked expressions. She looked at Emmett and calmly said, "Starting from today, you should tear off one page every day, Emmett. When you get to the last page, there will be a surprise waiting—it's my belated birthday gift for you." Upon hearing her words, his roommates started laughing. "It's your 100th confession, right? You're truly persistent—it's been two years, and you're still going strong. Do you really like Emmett that much?"

Still, because I quickly understood how the accounts work, I can record and balance everything from today. "My lord? I'm finished with the house accounts." I must have amazed him because he stops writing on a scroll and studies me in wonderment. "What?" I ask. "You finished the house accounts in..." and he observes a lamp that is burning next to him, "thirty minutes?" He sounds incredulous. "Let me see the ledger," and I hand the book to him across the desk. I watch him frowning as he thumbs through the entries, and seeing my final tallies for the house accounts. He then stares at me, like I am an anomaly.

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.