I sat in my room, the quiet hum of the afternoon wrapping around me as I turned another page in Whispers of a Forgotten Kingdom, my latest obsession by Dawn Weaver. I'd read it before, and I knew it by heart—the world of magic and forgotten realms was my escape from everything else.
I kept turning the pages, half-distracted, lost in the story. But as I flipped to the next page, something felt off. The page… was blank.
At first, I thought I'd missed a page. Maybe I'd skipped it by accident. But no—this page was completely empty. No words. No ink. Just smooth, white paper, untouched.
I frowned and flipped back. Still nothing. My heart started to race as I skimmed through the next few pages. All of them were blank. The story had vanished, leaving only emptiness.
I slammed the book shut, my hands shaking. My mind raced. I grabbed another book from the shelf—The Enchanted Path. Blank pages. The Secrets Beneath. Blank. The Lost City, The Beast and the Sorcerer—each one was empty.
I sat back, my breath caught in my throat. Was I losing my mind?
I didn't know what to do. My hands moved on their own, reaching for the next shelf, pulling down books from other authors—The Silent Tide by Iris Hawke, Fires of Eternity by Rowan Drake. I opened the first, then the second. Words. Stories. The pages were full, alive with meaning.
But when I grabbed another Dawn Weaver novel, the emptiness returned.
I tossed the book aside, panic starting to creep in. What was happening? Why was this only happening to her books?
I couldn't stay in here any longer. I needed air. I walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains, and let the cool breeze rush in. But the moment I looked outside, my blood froze.
A creature. Tall, with glowing eyes, and scales that shimmered in the fading light. It was standing just outside, staring up at me with a hunger that made my chest tighten. It looked like something straight out of my books—but this… was real.
I blinked, my heart racing. No. This couldn't be happening. I must be going crazy…
The books weren't just stories anymore. They were coming to life.