How To Be A Palm Reader Novels & Stories

I was dreading seeing Ron. "Thank you, Pete, for coming with me today." I told my business partner and friend. Right after graduating high school, I bought and opened my fortune-telling store in the heart of New Orleans. I decided upon fortune-telling due to a natural gift I had. Not only was I good at palm reading and tarots, I had this ability to see into someone's future if I so desired. It was something I could control, for the most part. Usually, I had to be physically touching someone and focus on their aura to tap into my gifts.

He took a sip and sighed, “That feels good.” We all walked to a large clearing that was on the edge of the forest and I explained, “We are going to start with a small flame, in our hand. It won’t burn your hand, because you created it. First you need to visualize the heat of the sun. Think of what the heat looks like as it hits the ground. Those almost invisible ripples you see in the air. Now, visualize those ripples hitting your hand, gently.” I stood back and watched as they all stared at their hands and Taylor finally smiled as a small flame started forming in the palm of her hand. She looked at me as if she were proud of herself and I nodded proudly at her. I looked at Max and he starte

I nearly jumped out my own skin. It's probably a magic trick. Relax... Her techniques were rather unorthodox. That or I really knew nothing about reading. "Why only personal belongings?"I asked curiously. "They mess with my magic. It confuses your fate with theirs." " Your magic? Magic isn't real." "Not for all of us. Magic is everywhere, darling, just in different quantities. Questions later, let's continue. The palm reading first." She pulled something out of her pocket. I was expecting something like a dragon's tooth but instead it was a small bottle of hand sanitizer. She rubbed some on her hands.``You wouldn't believe where I was just ten minutes ago."

I say with a small smile, the dissapointment long forgotten. "I am a. . ." She pauses and I glance at her, she looks genuiely confused "I am a woman, trying to get through the next days I guess, I do work in a Cafe, back at home, and I offer palm readings." "Come on." I laugh, not believing her, but she keeps a straight face which makes me laugh harder. "You don't believe me? Give me your palm." She says, and there's a twinkle in her eyes, like there's something I don't know.

The moment the Moon Seer walked in, every sound in the air died. For her to appear now could mean only one thing—a message from the Moon itself. She remained silent, her eyes fixed on me as though she was looking straight through my soul Slowly, her eyes turned white. She reached for my hand, placing my palm in hers, and with a single finger, she traced a circle against my skin. Instantly, smoke began to rise from my palm, curling around the circle she had drawn.

It was such a different sight to see in the hopeless situation that we are in. “I’m trying to read your palm.” “My palm?” She giggled when she heard my question. She held up both of her hands and showed me her little palms. She beamed at me. “My grandmother says our palms hold answers to our future, it has been sketched here. We only need to read it.” “What can you see in my future then?” I reached my palm to her and she laughed quietly. “I don’t even know how to read,” she confessed with laughter in her voice, “why would you expect for me to know palm reading?”

Looking at my hands I can say that there is a small light that is forming from it. Slowly putting it in my sight I can say that my palm is forming a radiant light coming from the mana circle that I have created. Looking at it, I can’t see the sight of any person or human that is inside my palm. But judging by the reaction given by the one I am talking to just a while ago, it seems like using this strange thing that is on my palm, he can see a view of whatever my palm is facing into.

It hаѕ lеft a ѕраrklу sheen оn thе іnѕіdе оf hеr wrіѕtѕ, whеrе my hаndѕ make contact. I сіrсlе thе сеntеr оf hеr palm аnd rub gеntlу оn each fіngеr аѕ I еxрlоrе hеr slowly. Thеrе’ѕ a rеасtіоn in her еуеѕ аnd hеr brеаthіng changes wіth еvеrу ѕtrоkе.

The one that itches when my emotions ran too high, and when rage curled around my chest like a noose. By the time I opened my eyes, I could feel the heat coming up in my palm. I controlled my breathing and kept visualizing the flame. Just like Geniee had taught me, I imagined that my palm was alive and obedient to my will. Soon enough, a small flame began dancing on my palm. It didn’t burn. It felt like warm steak, not enough to burn my hand, but also filled with so much magic that I almost couldn’t stand. I gasped and staggered back, but the flame remained on my palm.

The manual booklet seemed rather worn and it felt like it would be destroyed quite easily. 'Tch, couldn't reach the optional objective," Chen clicked his tongue. Failure is always right at the corner but this week had been extremely great for him already so there wasn't any point in feeling glum. After a moment's thought, he picked the manual that described gentle palm technique and his expression remained quite calm. 'Eh, a palm technique that infuses spirit qi and blood qi to attack the enemy's innards through the use of shockwave and vibration. Like the Tremble Combat Tactics. Just that this one can infuse with spirit qi and the Tremble Combat Tactics cannot.'