Embodiment Book Novels & Stories

⁂Chapter 2⁂ ********* ** ******** In a spacious cold office. A hand vigorously typed on the keyboard. The hand is long and slender with beautifully manicured fingernails. The expression on the owner's face was cold, no doubt the office was cold too. Everything about the office was dark and cold. The sofa, curtains, marble floor, the ceilings were painted black. Even the painting on the wall was black. On one side of the wall hung a large framed picture of a man with red eyes. The dark grey suit on his well-built body made him look evil and dangerous.

Because if the boo fell into a wrong hand, then it would definitely be the end of everything. Ember gasped as she stared at the book. It was a thick book with drawings carved on the cover of the book and there were some kind of roots that were wrapped around the it, it looks tight and Ember suspected that not anyone will have an access to that book. by the looks of it, magic is needed in order for it to be accessible. “What will you use it for then? And did you just store the book in the cabinet full of plates?” She saw her retrieved the said book for her cabinets that were full of different kinds of tea pots and plates.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

"What's the use of all that money? His beloved family could only pray that he comes out of it. They couldn't buy his way out of the coma. Everything was left to a higher power. Now before the accident Mr Derrick lived life like he owned the planet or something. Well, like I have explained in my previous books that reincarnation is often spontaneous. There's a lot of things and at the same time nothing at all. Sometimes people are reincarnated for a reason and other times it could just be as normal as day fading into night. "So he goes into a coma and loses his soul. However, his memories from the past remain his. Re-embodiment is one aspect of reincarnation my book has never dealt on before.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

Thus, Wilbur began to scope out the body using his own spiritual sense. Using spiritual sense was nowhere as good and precise as the Iris Veritas, but it was decent enough to give Wilbur a satisfying answer. After a thorough sweep, Wilbur let out a satisfying smile. Sure enough, Wilbur had guessed right. There was a Blood Embryo inside of Cadillacia's body. That was how he had maintained his third form after death. "There sure are a lot of these eggs around, huh?" Wilbur wondered. If what Eileen and the rest said had been true, the Blood Embryo was considered a sacred item in the church of Bloodism. How was it possible that some random member had one of them?

Ink floated off the scrolls, forming swirling vortexes around her head. She held the grey book—The Codex of the Sleeper—clutched to her chest. The Void-Walker loomed over her. It filled the room with its terrible presence. It blocked the exit. The blue torchlight reflected off its smooth, black skin. It reached out a hand. The limb elongated, stretching toward her throat. Emily backed up until she hit the desk. She was trapped. Terror, cold and sharp, spiked in her chest. It’s going to eat me, she thought. Just like in the dream.