Novel & Cerita God's Eye Book

He turned to the woman and saw her forehead, the place where Ayja's third eye resided. He reached his hand towards Cecilia's forehead, trying to call the eye to his hand. "AH! GAAAAH!” Of course, Cecilia felt pain. Her third eye opened, and shone brightly, protecting her. Thus, the pain stopped. “As expected, I still can't take it… That eye rejects me, even though I have its pair,” murmured the Great God, slowly taking out a golden-irised ​​eyeball in his right hand. Cecilia took a deep breath—gasping for air after feeling the excruciating pain in her forehead. She couldn't understand. She really couldn't understand what this majestic figure in front of her was thinking.

But yet… …apart from all of those, what was most obviously distinct from everything else in the room, was a single girl, reading a book under the light of the sun. An illusion. As if it’s like a painting. The moment I saw it, both my mind and body froze. “…………” Realising there were visitors, the girl placed a bookmark in her paperback book and looked up. After she gave me a quick once-over with a cold look in her eyes, she muttered in displeasure. “……Why is he here?” She asks Persia as she moves her chair back to the centre.

Cole’s arm gives out, dropping the sword. I shift back to my usual form, my armor of mist surrounding my body, and create twin blades with that same magic, swinging my arms out as cursed warriors charge me from the sides. I can’t look away from Cole. He’s fighting hard, trying to stay on his feet and retrieve his sword. He sways, gripping the blade sticking in his chest. I scream in terror when he pulls it free, blood spraying, but Richard is still reading from the book and… The Gate of the Gods starts to rise like a swirling black vortex. It’s nothing but aether–a shadow, blocking out the moonlight.

luckily, the towel was still able to cling to my body. My eyes drifted to the bag under the bed. The zipper was undone and what peeking through the bag was very similar book I put in it before coming here. My first guess was reed probably found about the boom but then he never bothers to touch my things, not even I leave the zipper off. He gives me space and he trust me to tell him things. Or maybe he knows himself, eventually he gets whatever from me. How to Summon the Gods. Was written in bold capital letters on the book. The book was old, qualifying for ancient artefact. I slowly and carefully skimmed through the pages. The book was really old. The pages were so delicate if I applied more

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Notes, sketches of plants, flowers and herbs, and books lay where I had casually placed them. My bed unmade was a tangle of blankets and pillows as I eased my ankle onto one of the pillows and closed my eyes. A pair of gold eyes seared their way into my mind. I was confused as, why I felt his way. The image of his eyes haunted my thoughts, and I could still feel the way his arms wrapped around my waist, gentle but firm. His scent, the way his hair danced around the frame of his face, I desperately wanted to brush it tenderly from his eyes. The tenderness of his lips when he spoke my name. So why was this stranger invoking feelings in me that I’d never felt before?

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

It didn't struggle to take the old eye off. It laid there calmly for about twenty minutes. After a big light appeared. It brightened the place heavily and I saw a small booklet hanged on a pillar in front of me. The Dragon began to lick the blood on the eye until it became clear. It moved slowly away from it. I couldn’t wait for its tail to be disappeared I flashed like lightning took the eye and proceeded to take the booklet which was hanging on the pillar within a flash of a second and immediately flew through the gate with the speed of light and landed at the back of my friend wonder.

Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover. The cold tip's pressure against his back disappears. Dionysus felt relief flood his body as he slowly turned to face whoever they are. And he was met with a child - a teenager - with feline eyes, a button nose, and raven-black hair holding a bow and arrow that's taller than their body. A wave of nostalgia ripples through the wine god as he stared at the pale skinned boy. Has he seen him before?