Novel & Cerita Beyond Words Book

-END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”

He is more responsive than any man I’ve ever encountered—and in my position, that is a high bar to clear. "Don't tell me the strategist is out of moves, Lyon. Is the choice too difficult?" Logan wraps a powerful arm around him, his hand smoothing down Lyon’s spine as we compress him between us. "Let’s make it simple for you. You just recite the three magic words and the burden of choice is gone." "What are the words?" Lyon whispers, his spine arching into my touch. Logan and I exchange a knowing smirk. "It’s a simple script, really," I tell him. "All you have to say is... 'You're in control.'"

An elderly customer smiled warmly after she recommended a novel. "You always know exactly what people need." Liana smiled politely. "I just like helping people find their next adventure." "If only life were that simple." After the customer left, Liana found herself staring at a book titled Beyond the Stars. She traced the cover with her fingertips. "What if there really are other worlds?" she whispered. Emma overheard her. "Then I hope they have better coffee." Liana laughed again. It was one of the things she loved most about Emma. She always knew how to make her smile.

Something buried beyond memory. Beyond identity. Beyond humanity. The stars screamed. The darkness recoiled. And far away— Beyond the vision— Beyond reality— The smiling creature suddenly spoke. For the first time. Not laughter. Not madness. Words. Three terrible words. Words heard by every living being in existence. Words that made the prisoner rise from his throne. Words that caused even the King of Graves to kneel. Words that turned the heavens black. The voice echoed across creation. And the prisoner whispered one horrifying sentence.

‎ ‎Appearing as silence. ‎ ‎Always this. ‎ ‎Never not this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The silence that is. ‎ ‎The word that is. ‎ ‎The meaning that is. ‎ ‎The understanding that is. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The book is complete. ‎ ‎Without completion. ‎ ‎The story is over. ‎ ‎Without over. ‎ ‎The reader is awake. ‎ ‎Without waking.

Eirween. The stars had shifted. It was a subtle, quiet way that only someone like me would notice. A single thread out of place in the vast tapestry of the world. A tremble in the earth that wasn’t from storm or quake but emotion raw, untamed, and pulsing from the North. I closed the tome I’d been reading, the pages old and soft with wear, the ink faded but still legible under starlight. The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest.

Atlas glanced back at me and softly said, "Hold on tight, This road is a bit long. Swarms of insects flew overhead in the dark light, resembling a downpour. I couldn't help but remember Atlas's words, "Mosquitoes as big as golf balls." Now, it seemed not exaggerated at all. "Honey, is this the road to the base?" I leaned forward and clutched onto his seat. "No, it's a remote village. Then we need to enter the forest from here to reach their base," Atlas said, glancing at me and patting my hand. "We'll have to go through the forest later. Sit tight!"

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

"For sometime, everything was blank. Just blank. Literally felt life less. It was like this for a while. This was until I began to see myself in a dark room. It was terrible at first, as I kept having nightmares about the accident. And some other stuffs I barely recall. God, it felt like hell. Reliving that terrible event every minute of the day. I wanted to run mad. Just went I thought I was at the verge of losing it, it suddenly just. . . stopped. I stopped having those nightmares and started hearing voices. I am pretty sure that deep husky voice was Nicolás'." He chortled. "I did not feel lonely anymore. You know, it felt like they were with me. My family. It was not dark anymore. Just pl

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