Double Edged Book Novels & Stories

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,

The other two men step backward as I come around the counter, "Fucking move, and I will kill you." Only moments later, Edward comes walking towards me as I stand over Samuel's body, and within his hands, he is holding the very thing that I have been seeking. With one kick in the gut, I look at a man that is squirming from the pain, and yes, it gives me great satisfaction. So with a parting thought, I lean in closer, "You should have just given me the book."

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?" Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world. It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein. Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question. Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,

Her energy and strength was draining too, with Eadlin's claws digging dip through the side of her neck. Seeing that Eadlin could cut through the side of her neck any minute, she summoned the last strength she had within her to push her twin, who was so fast enough to dodge the powerful force that Edla had garnered in her right hand to push her. It ended up in a boomerang as Eadlin's idle left hand which was dropped to the ground, cut diagonally and so deeply through Edla's shoulders extending to the across of her left arm.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

The faint scent of something dark and expensive lingering in the air wood, spice, something almost smoky. Elias ran a finger along the spines, scanning titles. History. Economics. Philosophy. Control disguised as curiosity, he thought absently. He crouched to reach the lower shelf, pulling out one book, then another. When he straightened, his elbow brushed the desk. Something slid. He caught it automatically before it hit the floor. A matchbook. Black. Matte. Thick cardstock. Elias stared at it. His pulse kicked hard enough to make his ears ring.

Its edges were lined with golden symbols and the title Wilbur had just read out loud. He flipped to the first page. The edges of the page were lined with the same golden symbols, but the page itself was empty. Wilbur frowned, channeling his spiritual energy into the book slowly. It was unclear what the book was made out of, but it seemed to absorb the spiritual energy. Wilbur's frown deepened, and he flipped to the second page. The same thing happened, as with the third page, then the fourth. Wilbur frowned in frustration. Just what was up with this thick book?

But what he wanted very much involved fewer clothes and a flat, preferably soft surface. She was dressed all in black, her hair tied back. Not a stiff shirt this time, but a roll-neck top that effectively concealed everything. And yet the material had to be cashmere or something because it clung to her torso and chest, and for the first time he could see the proper shape of her. The thrust of her breasts against the fabric was sensual torture. They were perfectly formed, high, and firm. He could imagine that they would fill his hands like ripe fruits, their tips hardening against the palm of his hand…

The house is quiet. Too quiet. Everyone is gathered around the dining table, books spread everywhere like a paper explosion. But the only sound is the soft rustle of pages as I open the book I found in my room, the one Liam gave me a few days ago and I somehow forgot existed. The prophecy book. My hands shake as I flip to the page that tugged at me the moment I touched it. The page that feels like it’s been waiting for me. The ink glows faintly, silver and blue, like it recognizes me. I swallow hard and read aloud.