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And now Val is the voivodul in Muntania, the Val who was the monk and an abbot. In the year 6994, February 13th this was written earlier and then again in the year 6998 January 28th it was rewritten a second time by me, sinful Efrosin. At the time, when the story was written, it was more than short fictionalised representation of fragments from the mysterious life of Dragwer. What truly happened with that man nobody knows.

"Hieroglyphs? I don't know what it means. How do you know? Have you learned that before?" Oh God, was a master of metaphysics standing beside her? "No, I'm just guessing." Elizabeth scowled. "Isn't what a talisman or a charm is used for? That's how it usually is in novels." Sigrid's eyes lit up. "You read novels too? Do you read supernatural novels?" Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, I like supernatural novels. Do you also read them?" Sigrid nodded excitedly too. "I like to read supernatural novels a lot. Some novels describe them very realistically! I do believe there are ghosts in this world!"

’ That’s the point, I don’t know why, that’s why I’m asking you how. ‘I…I didn’t think that could happen.’ Nova frowned. ‘The reality I created neither includes spirits nor the dead; something that I didn’t create shouldn’t be existing in the first place.’ Nova himself was confused by this; the writer of the book himself doesn’t even know what’s going on.

Metamorphoses, the phenomenal author who instantly got famous because of his/her first ever published mystery-fiction book entitled 'Belladonna'. The Belladonna novel have found an immense popularity, critical acclaims and become one of the most successful book worldwide. The book attracted a wide adult audience as well as younger readers. Since then, Metamorphoses wrote more mystery novels and became popular with that specific genre.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

“According to metaphysics, she is under a state of pseudo death.” “Metaphysics?” Tyr repeated. “That’s right. This means that we have a peculiar situation on our hands.” After a brief silence, Beggar King added, “Have you heard of such a rumor, Tyr?” “What rumor?” asked Tyr. Beggar King replied, “That a person who dreams of their own death will never wake up again.” Tyr was slightly taken aback. A thought appeared in his mind as he said, “Master, do you mean to say that Winifred dreamed of her death, that’s why she cannot wake up?”

I walked deeper into the room, there was a bookshelf in one corner, the large Tv in front of the room, no pictures in sight and there was a large piano in another part of the room. I walked towards the bookshelf, my hands tracing the spines of the books that were lined up on it. The books were literally the only thing that brought color to the apartment. Which is surprising by the way because knowing Ivan, he probably would have gotten special made editions of the books in a black cover. I moved closer to the window, pulling apart the white curtain to look below. "What do you think?" I heard him ask from somewhere behind me. I turned back to look at him, "It's very.... you." I offered.

Okay, no its physics, metaphysics in particular; all those wormholes and black holes and time holes and all the holes that can be attached to another word are pretty stressful and whenever you try to make some sense out of those holes, your brain gets stuck with superglue and starts overheating, as simple as that. After about five minutes, Tom settled down, drank from his water bottle, and exhaled heavily. "Okay, since you're talking to me, there must have been a way you used to sense me. So, I am going to be asking you some questions right now and I hope you answer me please." Tom begged. "What, sorry, who are you? Tom asked " Your book cover" was the answer from his head.

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