Blowie Book Pages Novels & Stories

“They were all enchanted or cursed or something. Misty picked up a few wearing cotton gloves. Same thing. They all evaporated. We tried using tongs. No dice. Same thing.” “Shit.” I look at the photos of piles of ash. “So there’s nothing.” “Well, we tried something else, and it kinda worked.” He smiles. “We took photos of everything we could see, then we used a leaf blower to move things around and get more photos. We got most of the pages that were left.” “You dog.” I laugh and clap him on the back. The photos show pages of spreadsheets with dates and part numbers, then dollar amounts and last names. Some names look familiar.

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

The page he had opened was burnt off. “This is the second book with Odette that has a page missing just when it's about to become about her!” he declared, the tone of his voice increasing in irritation. My heart dropped to my stomach once more as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. But just as Cassian had observed, the pages of the book with me were also burnt off at the page that was supposed to be about Odette… “No… No…” I mumbled as I quickly started flipping through the rest of the books.

Jadara is part fae, and the pages are blank. I reach for the book and the chimes grow louder and the vibrations become more violent. When I grasp the book and gently open it, I watch in awe as writing appears across the pages. Beautiful water colour pictures form and I smile to myself. “Guys, are you seeing this?” I ask no one in particular as I watch as the words take shape and I smile gently. “No, all I see is a blank page.” My mom says and I nod my head. “What does it say?” Asteria asks, and I look at the pages and gently caress it.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

Turn back. Then the understanding. The fortnight was not there. Not scribbled over. Not inked out. Not torn, either, in the way a hurried person tears, leaving a ragged shoulder of paper standing proud of the spine. Cut. Somebody had taken a blade to that book and removed the pages one at a time, close in against the binding, and had done it well enough that the book still closed flat. You had to open it wide and hold it toward the window to see the stubs at all.

I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it. "Open that page Grey." He saw what I was pointing at and there was a piece of paper sticking out of it. It was torn. "It's a torn page. I'm not surprised. The book is centuries old." I looked at the page and it hit me. "That page isn't from that book." Grey was surprised and watched me as I opened my bag and rummage through it. I pulled out the book he had given me and opened the page the was torn. I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine.

Albert stated, his eyes glaring coldly at the Beta. Jayden no longer argued because he knew it would only make Albert angry. He nodded, though deep down he still doubted the Alpha's words. "What's wrong?" asked Jayden a moment later when he saw Albert flipping through the pages as if looking at something strange. "There's a page missing in this book," Albert replied. Jayden straightened his seat to look at the part of the book Albert was pointing to. "It's not just one page," Jayden said when he saw the tear marks.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

Totally blank. I grabbed a glass of water and chugged half of it, wobbling slightly on my feet. “Ugh… never again,” I muttered to myself, though I knew I’d say that every time after drinking too much. Josh was already in the kitchen, flipping through a magazine. He glanced up and grinned. “Morning, Ari. You okay? Or do I need to start my watchdog duties over here?”