Kindle Page Turning Novels & Stories

"What's this?" "Proof," I reply tersely. She spends another minute scanning the pages, her expression blank when she finally looks up. "It's a nice book, well-preserved and seemingly ancient, but how is this proof?" Without a word, I step closer to her. I flip through the book, stopping at a specific page. "Watch," I whisper, my palm gliding over the text, invoking the magic locked within. At first, nothing happens, causing her to shoot me a skeptical glance.

The room suddenly feels colder. I should leave. I turn to go— But my elbow knocks the edge of the small table beside the bed. The book she was holding drops to the floor with a thud. I sigh and bend down, picking it up. The cover is still upside down. But when I flip it, so the cover is upside down and the spine faces the floor, something strange happens. The text inside is perfectly upright. My fingers freeze on the page. I flip back to the front. The title is wrong-side up again.

he pushes it towards me, “It’s merely a book. I want you to open it to a page, any page, and see what you notice.” I give him an uncertain sideways glance before squeezing my eyes shut as I blindly flip through the pages of the book. After a few seconds, I stop, my finger hovering over a page about halfway through. Opening my eyes a crack, I watch as Gideon tilts his head to get a better view of the page. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “Of all the pages in this book, you turn to that one.” I open my eyes the rest of the way and look down. There is a picture of a person sitting in a ring of crystals. I don’t even need to read the title at the top to know what it says.

As if confirming a thought I hadn't spoken aloud. "It survived." The words felt heavier than stone. The room seemed to hold its breath. I reached toward the cover. Paused. Then finally touched it. The moment my fingers met the leather— the lantern hanging above us brightened. The room filled with warm golden light. The book opened by itself. Pages turning gently. Not rapidly. Deliberately. Searching. Remembering. Waiting. The crew gathered closer. The silence deepened. Page after page turned. Names. Maps. Letters.

Its edges were lined with golden symbols and the title Wilbur had just read out loud. He flipped to the first page. The edges of the page were lined with the same golden symbols, but the page itself was empty. Wilbur frowned, channeling his spiritual energy into the book slowly. It was unclear what the book was made out of, but it seemed to absorb the spiritual energy. Wilbur's frown deepened, and he flipped to the second page. The same thing happened, as with the third page, then the fourth. Wilbur frowned in frustration. Just what was up with this thick book?

I pointed at them. “Yeah, I do. They've always been visible.” He responded nonchalantly. I shook my head and said, “No, this is different, they're moving.” Curious, he leaned forward, peering into the book attentively. Then he looked at me for a while and said, “Nah, I don't see it.” “You don't?” I asked, surprised. Because they're still moving. He shrugged and picked his phone back up. I flipped to another page that had a picture, and this time, the pictures were no longer still; they were moving in action, demonstrating the manipulation of the elements.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

Whatever the case may be, there was only one way to find out. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ginny's number. She answered on the first ring. "Hey, Keera. What's up?" Her voice was light but curious. I picked up the book again, inspecting the worn out pages under the lamp resting on my nightstand. If Ginny heard my aggressive flipping, she didn't comment on it. "Keera?" She called out warily when I had been quiet for too long. I had flipped to the last page. No other page had been torn. Just the page that according to the book's table of contents was under the section labeled portions.

For just a second the pain stopped. I quickly opened up the book to a random page once the aching in my chest started back up. The first page I set eyes on didn't even have a fighting chance. I stabbed it and tore though it not even giving anyone a chance to react. Slowly the page started to catch on fire and ash instantly formed. Once the page completely turned to ash I lifted up the book and brushed off the pieces that use to be the page. A siren started inside the room and multiple screens filled the walls. I spun around going through all universes and landed on the universe I knew it was reporting on.