Book In Motion Novels & Stories

The book's page magically flips against itself, and it lands on a blank page. I narrow my eyes, to see if I read anything, because I can feel the mad voltage of energy buzzing inside me. My power is alive. I love this. The words start on the pages with invisible ink. It forms a series of motion pictures featuring Maddox and Jaden tied side by side in a dark room, swords hitting against their bodies, butchering and mutilating them alive. When the sword is about to chop off their heads, I forcefully close the book. “No! We have to go to the academy,” I screamed suddenly.

Probably nothing, some decorative lock, or an old mechanism that didn’t even work anymore. Still, my curiosity itched. Without much thought, I pressed it lightly. A soft click answered. Startled, I stepped back, my heart thudding once, twice, before the sound deepened, a smooth, low rumble. The entire section of the bookshelves began to move. My breath caught as the shelves glided apart soundlessly, sliding to the sides as if pushed by invisible hands. Behind it, hidden in the shadows, a narrow outline began to emerge.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Liam uttered those words while creating a strong green color shielding him from the attack. But Liam's shield was not enough to protect him from the powerful punch that was created by Imre and he got hitted so hard on that. 'Thud!' A sound of Liam's body that has been flewn and fell on the ground. He has been rolled out six times on the ground because of the big force that has been given to him. Imre at the other hand, was in the air got the very angry look in his face. And when he saw Liam rolled up in the ground, he slowly moved his body down to the ground until his feet felt the ground he was stepping. He lay low his power until it slowly disappeared.

She was there in under ten seconds, which was either a credit to her hearing or evidence she really did have alerts bound to every emotional spike in this house. “What?” she demanded. “Who bled? Who set something on fire? Who attempted high‑level spells without supervision?” “None of the above,” I said. “Rowan just… moved a book.” Her brows snapped together. “Crawled?” “No,” I said slowly. “Moved. As in, telekinesis. Tiny, wobbly telekinesis.” Her gaze dropped to the blanket. The fabric book still lay where it had landed, innocent, and crinkly.

It was a glowing coal of intimacy that felt far more permanent than a temporary distraction. I was lying on Killian’s chest with my head tucked into the crook of his neck. My legs were draped over his, tangled together in a way that made the distinction between our bodies feel blurred. A movie was playing on the large screen, but I could tell he was not really watching the bright colors or the sweeping score. He was staring at the screen because I was, his hand mindfully stroking my hair in a slow and rhythmic motion that made my eyes heavy. “Do you actually like movies, Killian?” I asked quietly. My voice was barely a whisper in the dark room. “Or are you just suffering through this for my

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I pointed at them. “Yeah, I do. They've always been visible.” He responded nonchalantly. I shook my head and said, “No, this is different, they're moving.” Curious, he leaned forward, peering into the book attentively. Then he looked at me for a while and said, “Nah, I don't see it.” “You don't?” I asked, surprised. Because they're still moving. He shrugged and picked his phone back up. I flipped to another page that had a picture, and this time, the pictures were no longer still; they were moving in action, demonstrating the manipulation of the elements.