Novel & Cerita Metempsychosis Book

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

Not worrying about my life. I sit on my bed again and recall everything that happened. I don’t know what is happening to me but I know that it connects in me. Maybe it was a vision. Maybe God gave me a gift after I came back from hell and maybe there will be a time that Devon and his friend will meet an accident and that is what I saw a while ago. It sounds weird but it happened because I believe that some people have that gift. They have the ability to know and see danger and death. They can see

Maverick shared flipping the book open to a particular page. “ Here” He pointed and Alvara looked down. “ According this book, on that day there was this weird Lunar eclipse in which the moon was glowing partly ice and partly fire. And right after the moon changed it color, there was this dangerous explosion that almost killed everybody on earth then. On that same day, all the members of the Brotherhood disappeared” Maverick divulged. “ Wait a minute. On that day, the moon was partly fire and ice, followed by a great out blast” Alvara rejoined, trying to hint everything Maverick just said.

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

I told him seriously "I think there's something else about this book that we don't know. And she's trying to get her hands on it." "Well....." Emmett said slowly "the only possibility as to why she would want to have this book is... Maybe she or someone she knows has problems similar to yours and she knows this book is an answer or a step to the answer or, there's something far more better this book can do that we don't know." "Like resurrect a dead person?" Jaques asks. I looked at Emmett as I took Jaques's words into consideration. Jaques had said that as a joke like he always did but I felt there was possibility behind that. After all I did see people who are dead, not just in my dreams a

“I killed Markees, but I could never hurt you, Ken. You know that.” And he did even when they weren’t connected in this sick way he knew Salina held a soft spot for him. Now alone in the hell house left to deal with all the memories of the past, he grabbed the last book to look through and sat on the chair. The writing looked ancient, but from the pictures it showed a woman that seemed to be able to turn monsters back into humans, but then as he turned the page and looked again some the monsters she turned became dust. A witch who could turn vampires back into humans was the theory in his mind as he closed the book gently, holding it close to him for safe travel.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

“I won’t be with her. Fate can bind us together, but it can’t force me to relive the same mistakes. She died because she loved me. Eliza died because I was her father. I won’t do it. I won’t let Imara love me.” Jasper stood and looked at Ben. “It won’t matter, Ben. This curse is called a Deja Vous curse. Every event in your life will play out again over and over again whether you want it or not, whether you cooperate or not. You can say you won’t let Imara love you, but that ship has already sailed. The wheels have already been set in motion; you can’t stop it now.” Ben looked out the window and put his hands on the apron as he pressed his forehead against the glass. “Yes, I can. Imara and I