Blowie Book Pages Novels & Stories

He asked. Carys opened it and leafed through its pages. Once she had looked through every page of that book, she turned over to page 17. Alpha King and I leaned closer as she switched on the table lamp kept on the reading table and held up page 17 against the light. A circular pattern appeared like a watermark on the page, which was otherwise not visible under normal light.

I stepped up onto the carved wooden stool beside the shelf, reached up, and pulled the book down. It was heavier than expected. Cold. As soon as it was in my hands, I felt it—a slight pulse. Like the book had a heartbeat. I sat back down in the alcove and cracked it open. Instant confusion. Half the pages were gone. Literally ripped out. Jagged tears where parchment should've been. And it wasn’t recent. The edges were aged, browned and curled like they'd been torn long ago. My heart sank. "What the hell..." I flipped through quickly, scanning for anything. Page after page was just ruined. Gone.

KNOX’S POV I turn the next page. Nothing. I turn the next. Nothing. It is page after page of completely blank, yellowing paper. I go faster, thumbing frantically through the rest of the book with my heart hammering against my ribs. Empty. The entire thing is fucking empty. I drop it and snatch up the next one from the pile. I rip it open. This one has writing in it. For one split second, everything inside me lifts.

Reaching for the giant tome, I slowly pulled it out and struggled a bit to hold it in my hands. Then I slowly climbed down the ladder and placed the tome on the desk. The hardcover was made of leather and the book flipped open easily, revealing yellowed pages. I brought the lamp near and anxiously peered down, but sadly, the pages were blank. ‘Huh’ I thought in confusion and shuffled the pages, but all of them were blank. “Is this a joke?” I muttered to myself and looked again, but it still was stubbornly blank. Getting frustrated, I slapped the book shut and got up on the ladder again.

Luna's Pov I began to flip the pages frantically, my eyes roaming them as I expected some sort of hidden page filled with all the information we needed. “Why is it all blank?” I asked, turning the pages with so much furiosity that I could have ripped the pages apart. It was Emily who had to stop me. " Just calm down. She pleaded, pulling me away from the book, “Nikkie, are you sure this is the one?” She asked, as Elaine closed the book. It was indeed Silver & Gold, so what was the damned issue?

Chloe opened the book and her eyes widened. This book... She scanned the pages and then let out a huff of disbelief. Why are there empty pages?

The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe. He carefully set it on the table. “Come on beautiful,” Arion held out his hand to me. I held his hand as I walked to the book. Carefully, I opened the cover. Without warning, the pages began to flip themselves. I was surprised to realize I wasn’t scared. The pages stopped on what looked like a series of blank pages in the middle of the book. I stared at them, but I saw nothing. Arrow and Arion stood next to me. They gently began rubbing circles on my sore back. Suddenly, the pages began to show words. The words appeared to be glowing. Before long, all the pages that had

Probably because the shelf was old and creaky; any part of it could be affected if I touch any other. As I raised my hand to put back the book in its shelf, I noticed the book seemed different from the others. It was blue, and had blue stones on it. “hmmm.” I opened the book, and what I read, caught my interest. *MYSTERY WORDS CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT CAN BE BROUGHT TO THE PAGES, BY FIRE.* It was weird, but I turned to the next page, and it was blank. I turned to another, and it was also blank, until I flipped the pages until the end, and realized everything was blank.

A throb in my veins, cool and warm. My breath stuttered. “Come on. Get a grip,” I said to myself. I took the book and went back to the table and opened it, taking care of the delicate pages. Dust flew up in the air, silver in the dim light. I changed pages: the history of the pack, ancient battles, treaties, prominent men, Then the book stopped on a page without me deciding to stop. It fell open as if guided. A full-page sketch stared up at me. A girl of light and fire. Eyes like molten gold. Hair whipping around her like she stood in a storm. Her hands glowing.

He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"