Mind Blown Book Novels & Stories

I suspected he was masked with mistletoe, so I checked the study first. A wise choice because of the Savagers. I got in and found Justin admiring the books. “You can't be in here,” I asserted but he didn't flinch. He continued looking through the shelf. “I said —” “I heard what you said,” he spoke abruptly as he picked out one of the books. “Have you read it? The story of Alpha Dante by Crystal L. It's such a nice read,” “Get the fuck out,” He grinned, excited by my outburst. “You are so fierce,” he walked up to me, keeping the book back on the shelf. “I love that,”

“There are some things written there that will help you understand your new self.” “That huge book? Reading it sounds stressful already.” “The book just looks big,” the man smirked and he got up as well, “but the contents only fill the first few pages. The remaining pages are blank.” Zara frowned. At that point, to her, everything about that realm was confusing and unnecessarily extra. As she scoffed, she asked, “Why would anyone make such a page? The writer could have just packaged the first few pages and saved paper.”

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

As soon as I touch it, a shock of electricity runs through my arm, and images flash in my mind—so fast, I can hardly process them. Blood. A crown. Twin daughters—one screaming, the other silent. A king with empty eyes. A wolf made of starlight. A girl holding a mirror that shows her reflection… twisted. I stumble back, gasping for air, my hand instinctively clutching my chest. My skin burns where the book touched me, or more likely, bit me. I look down to find my hand bleeding, a thin cut that wasn’t there before. I turn the book over carefully, feeling the weight of it in my hands.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

Olivera's finger throbbed with pain as she stared at the small drop of blood on the page. The circle, now darkened with her blood, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She pushed it away from her lap, and shifted to the other side. Her eyes widened in incredulity as white smoke began to rise from the book, curling and twisting in the air. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, a soothing contrast to the sharp pain in her finger. She watched in awe and trepidation as the smoke began to form shapes, reacting as if it were alive.

” Exhaling a small, shaky breath, the book fell on its own accord on the carpeted floor with a small but audible thud as my hands went suddenly limp, blankly staring into nothingness, utterly shocked and also confused at the same time. What in the gods’ name could you have possibly done?

I can only shrug, trying not to let my face betray the twist in my stomach. Gemma whispers, “Did you know she was coming?” “No,” I mutter back, shaking my head. Eben, standing a few feet away with his board tucked under one arm, lets out a low whistle. “Well, that’s a plot twist.” He grins like it’s entertaining, but I can tell he’s clocking Gavin’s stiff posture just as much as I am. Mara finally pulls back, still holding onto Gavin’s arm as if to stake her claim. “Surprise,” she beams at him, then casts a quick look at the rest of us. “Hope you don’t mind me crashing.”

I Felt Like I was in an amazement park but in the worst possible ride ever. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IF I GET HIT BY ANOTHER BOOK I WILL KILL THAT BOOK AND THEN I WILL BURN IT AND THEN I WILL BURY IT ASHES. As I finished my thoughts I got smacked by another book on my face. I grabbed the book. O YOU ARE SO DEAD.