Romans & histoires Battlefield Of The Mind Audiobook

Danial looked at the System's Interface and with his mind selected the option [Yes]. Danial's vision blurred for a moment, and he felt an intense surge of energy course through his body. The information from the book flooded his mind as if the knowledge itself was assimilating into his consciousness. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced before—like waves of light and sound merging to form a symphony of understanding.

Timothy said to Karl, “That day, after we talked on the phone, I went to Henry’s place. I had wanted to talk to him, hoping that he wouldn’t continue with his mistake.” Karl looked at him. “You’ve become more thoughtful lately, but you should stay out of this in the future. The beef between Henry and I won’t be resolved for a while.” “That’s not it.” Timothy sat on a chair and continued, “I think that… His mental state isn’t looking good. I only talked to him for a while, and he seemed quite groggy. He also told me to mind my business and study hard.”

Compiling to her orders, he hoisted his eyelids upwards and bit his lips in anticipation after speaking, " where has father gone? " A question which could be interpreted and answered in three ways. Battlefield could be glorified where soldiers could be compared to Messiah for their respective kingdom or it could be simply named as a territorial fight or could be reduced in a brutal language that he went on an atrocious parade where humans kill each other forgetting humanity in order to acquire lands.

My feet were crossed where I sat; on the floor in Brum’s office. I read through the documents, forcing myself to read through them yet my mind was not there. It took me to the battlefield, creating its own war where the most important people in my life were fighting for all of us. It was brutal and heart wrecking to even imagine. My body went cold, my arms wrapped around each other with my body rocking back and forth.

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

Brady almost whispered as blood came out of his mouth. Khali could not perceive the sound due to the multitude of thoughts inundated her mind. The sheer volume of these thoughts was so overwhelming that it rendered her deaf to any external stimuli. As Brady’s eyes gradually shut, Khali sensed a trickle of blood seeping into her nostrils while the veins in her head seemed on the verge of exploding. Slowly but surely, the world around them descended into darkness.

Elena's makeup was a smudged ruin as she knelt on the floor, trembling like a leaf in a gale. I sat expressionless in a chair, absently twirling a scrap of black fabric I had retrieved from the crocodile pit between my fingers. I chuckled, the sound dry and hollow. "Love me?" "You enjoyed the tests, didn't you?" I said with a hollow laugh. "But you haven't experienced the circuit at Range 01 yet, have you? High-voltage shocks, deep-water escape, the rabid dog pursuit… Oh, and let's not forget the fire simulation."

Without hesitation, I pulled him through the portal and once we got to the battlefield he removed his hand from his head. "This place is a dump," he said as he looked around, he wasn't wrong exactly though. Where the battle was taking place used to be the city's capital, people used to come here to see the giant cherry blossom tree but now it's nothing more than a lifeless tree. The buildings have been reduced to rubble, the sky is always gray, and you could always hear someone's cry for help. I hate nothing more than the sights and sounds of war, I'm just glad my sibling never has to hold their friends in their arms as they drew their last breath or even the weeps of those you grew up playi

Corpse, heads, body parts of vampires and hybrids were everywhere his eyes perched. Something told him a battle happened. He crouched down and placed his hand over the forehead of a dead hybrid on the ground, then shut his eyes, reading through the hybrid's memory. Then he saw it, everything. A battle happened between KR warriors and Joules already. Confused, he stood up and closed his eyes, opening the deepest of his mind as his soul traveled afar, watching the battle happening in Joules. Fire, blood spill, cries, and echoes of pain and war, sounds of raging, warring beasts.

Voices crash through the mindlink all at once, loud and frantic, making my head pound even harder. “Alpha, we’re under attack!”