Double Edged Book Novels & Stories

"Too close for you? Or does the risk make it taste better?" He didn't wait for an answer. He began to move again, but the frantic, animalistic pace from before had evolved into something more calculated. It was a slow, grinding torture, each thrust a deliberate claim on my autonomy. He used his weight to press me further into the shelves, the hard edges of the books digging into my spine, reminding me that I was a guest in a house that was now a sanctuary for my own undoing.

The name hung unspoken—but present—above the book like a word that had yet to be pronounced by existence. “I remember the sound,” Elthara said, voice shaking. “Not the name. The sound it made when I tore it from the sky.” The dagger trembled. Her twin blinked. “You shouldn’t. You weren’t supposed to.” Aelrian surged forward, light flashing in his palm, and cast a barrier between them. The twin staggered back, shrieking like a broken bell. Elthara’s fingers closed around the edge of the book—not the ink, not the story—but the spine itself. And it pulsed.

; the blade edge, springback, and feel directly determine the margin for error during restoration. The second time was in the manor study. Catherine looked at the tool set, her eyes shining like sunlight after rain. "With this," she said softly, "the efficiency of restoring the edges of ancient books would be much higher. Look at the curvature of this blade—it's specifically designed for brittle paper edges." She spoke with such reverence, as if afraid of disturbing something precious. William rarely saw anyone maintain such pure respect for an object beyond any desire for possession.

Daeleen scoffed and replied, "That's nothing. If I wanted him to take his own life, he'd do it, too, let alone plucking out his wife's eyes." The voice on the other end sounded confused. "Why?" Daeleen put out the cigarette in her hand and replied, "Because he thinks that I saved his life." She was about to continue speaking when she turned around and came face to face with Samuel. "Samuel? Why are you here?" Samuel excitedly took a few steps forward. "Daeleen? You're alive?!" He did not hear what she was talking about just now. He had even forgotten that plucking out my eyes was done to fulfill Daeleen's final wish. But now, it turned out that Daeleen was not dead.

I can play you songs and read you audiobooks…’ ‘Okay. Okay, Alexa. If you can’t get me to work or get me food, you’re pretty much useless.’ She jabbed. ‘Technically, I can order an uber and pizza. McDonald’s and Starbucks too.’ ‘This is so cool. Maybe, you could read me an audiobook just before I fall asleep tonight.’ ‘What kind of books do you like?’ the VA asked. ‘Young Adult, romance, horror, mystery, crime…’ ‘According to a recent survey, people who read lots of horror tend to act out what they read. Often times, they try to imitate the villain in the book and…’

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

"What is it?" Eden suddenly got up from her seat, then walked towards the brown cardboard that Eden had arranged in the corner of the room. There was something Eden found today, and she just remembered that she intended to ask Aciel after the man came home from work. "I found this." Eden pointed at a large book with a plain dark brown cover that looked a little dusty in some places. At first glance, Aciel was confused by the book that Eden had found, but then he remembered it and asked Eden to bring the book to him.

I lowered my head and kept walking, hoping I didn’t run into any more people trying to get in my good graces so that I don’t chop off their heads or something. As soon as I got to the pack-house, I could smell Edric’s distress. He was pacing when I eventually got to the room. He was armed with a worn leather-bound book clutched in one hand and a distant look in his eyes like he hadn’t blinked in an hour. “What did the floor do to you this time?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence. He froze. Then, like a kid caught stealing bread, he spun around and shoved the book behind his back.