Novel & Cerita Just Open Up Like A Page In A Book

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I was reading a book when I realized I hadn’t understood a single line. The book remained open on my lap. My eyes moved across the words, line after line, but nothing made sense. It was as if I was only passing over them… without truly absorbing anything. I let out a soft sigh. I turned the page anyway. Automatic. The room was silent.

Unlock it, and the empty pages shall be filled for you to read. I stare at the words for a long time. Read them again. And again. “What does that even mean,” I mutter under my breath. Within me. Unlock it. Empty pages. I flip to the next page. Blank. The one after that. Blank. I start flipping faster now. Page after page after page, all clean, untouched, mocking me with their silence. No hidden ink. No symbols. No diagrams. Nothing. Just white paper. My grip tightens on the book until my knuckles ache.

A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm. I opened it, but it was bllank. Just one empty page stark white, glistening faintly like starlight on snow. I shut the book. From the outside, it looked old and brittle, as if its pages should crumble to dust. But inside it was alive with a single page. I opened it again, nothing but light. Just a soft radiance that made my chest tighten for reasons I couldn’t explain. Uneasy, I placed the book back down and curled into my seat. Xareth returned some time later, silent as ever, and the carriage rolled on.

I pick it up, unraveling it slowly while my curiosity reaches its peak. The book is old, made of animal skin and pinned together with wood that oddly remains in perfect condition. It's a thick, sizeable book, bigger than the red one from Artemis's room, and it just... calls to me. It's as if there's an alarm blaring in my head, screaming at me that this is it, this is what I need, and nothing else matters. I open it, filled with intense curiosity, and get to the very first page. I've gotten used to watching the strange words morph into something I can read easily, all while glowing with an ominous light.

She knocks on the door, but there's no answer. Rita decides to investigate further. She peers through the window, and sees that there's a book lying open on the floor. It's an old book with yellowed pages and a crumbling spine. The pages are fluttering in the breeze, as if someone had just put it down and walked away. Rita feels a chill run down her spine.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

I wish I never knew about all this then maybe I could live a normal life without fear trailing in my veins like a strong virus. I decided to wait for next lesson before I go home. I sat at the hall, bringing out the book Anna ask me to open. I look at the beautiful ancient designs. It looks so familiar, like it's a memory in me that has to stay there but still again. I place my palm on the surface of the book, closing my eyes shut. "Revelan" I mumble. Opening my eyes, I found the book still locked. "Revelan" I mumble again but nothing. I groan in anger.

My heart beats with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I reach underneath my shirt and retrieve the book of enchantments, its weight a comforting presence against my skin. Glancing around to ensure that I'm truly alone, I find myself surrounded only by the whispering leaves and the gentle rustle of the wind. Satisfied that there are no prying eyes, I take a deep breath and open the worn pages of the book, each one filled with secrets and possibilities beyond imagining.

“Won’t you lose your place?” “Oh,” Brayden casually returned and picked the book up. “No.” Meredith watched as Brayden held the book and opened it, allowing the pages to fall on their own. It didn’t take long for them to settle and then he pointed to a spot in the middle of the page. “Umm,” Meredith didn’t quite understand. Was he joking? “This is where I left off at,” Brayden told her with a straight face. When he saw the disbelief written across her furrowed brow line he explained further. “It always opens to the page that I was last on.”

CHAPTER 2 ISLA Another tendril rose from behind it, hovering near my face. The tip hovered close enough that I could feel the cold radiating off it. “This is—” I started. The beginning. I stared at the glowing points where its eyes should be. “You can’t just—” You summoned. You bled. You opened the door. “I can close it.” You won’t. Something in the way it said that—certain, deep—made my skin prickle.