Mind Readers Are Called Novelas e Histórias

Clear-headed even, so what’s the sudden confusion for? “It might be because, despite your reaction, you really are a bit shaken by what’s happened.” Sebastien’s form coming out from the side of the door and into the room doesn’t surprise me as much as it should. Neither does his ability to pick my thoughts. It seems everybody around here is a mind reader these days. “One day, I'm going to give a response to whoever reads my mind, and I'm going to give that person a very bad headache. Maybe when one of you gets hospitalized, the others might learn.”

I asked in nearly a scream. "Tone it down please." She said softly. "I'm sorry." I apologized. "Also stop apologizing for everything, it's kind of annoying." She whispered. I bit my lower lip and decided to keep quiet. Was she a mind reader?. If yes, then how far did she read into my thoughts?. "To answer your question Amelia before you ask me, Yes I do read minds because it's part of my ability. And just so we are clear, I only read minds in relation to what one thinks about me." She answered.

I sat down with Robert next to me. The teens followed suit. I mind linked them all. "Now, whatever your questions are, I will answer whatever you want. Just raise your hand. When I call on you stand and look at me so I can read your lips and then I will mind link everyone the response." They all nodded. I planned to include Robert in the mind link so he felt like he was involved. "Now who wants to go first?"

Determined to reach out to my mother before the next round of medication, I focus my mind on the connection we share. Once again, the golden thread materializes, shimmering in the recesses of my mind. This time, without hesitation, I reach out and grasp it, a lifeline to the world beyond this dreary confinement. “Mom,” I call out, the connection pulsating with energy. “It's me, Ryan. I've learned how to mind-link with you.”

I am having high expectation for the world outside this room. "Hello? Hello?" I looked around. Confused where the sound is coming from. I can hear it from my head. Am I hallucinating? "It's me, Uno. You can hear me from your thoughts. This is what we call a mind link. I can do this with you because we are mates." I went and sat on the bed. "So this is like your telephones here? Telephone in mind?" I asked innocently. I heard a snort from the other line. "Well sort of for us high ranks because the normal werewolves here have no such thing as mind link. This is one of our privileges as high ranks."

I said. “What do you mean?” She asked. “I want you to focus your mind on answering my question. Almost as if you’re putting the answer in my mind.” I said. That’s how mind links work, so it should probably be the same. She thought about it for a while, then nodded her head. I smiled at her, then decided to think of a question. ‘What’s your full name?’ I asked in my mind. She thought about it for a while, when suddenly I could hear her answering me. I looked at her mouth and smiled when I saw it was closed.

Alden was astonished. "That's why I went to Cornwall. I just kept walking and remembered the route to Cornwall." I thought about the incident at the house for a moment. "Alden, have you ever heard of anything like...well...reading other people's minds?" "Of course. Usually people with high spiritual abilities like clairvoyants are able to do that. Or maybe those who are intelligent." "Not just reading, more like controlling other people's minds to do or forget something." I said doubtfully.

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

"Are you seriously reading my mind again?" “I’m not doing anything,” I said evenly. “You’re the one thinking too loud.” His jaw tightened. "I hate having a mind reader around." “Yeah,” I said softly, turning away. “You’ve been pretty consistent about that.”

"Carys... what are you doing?" I looked down at him from above, speaking slowly. "Alistair. The catacombs guarding the holy blood are my clan's most ancient forbidden ground." I took a step forward, my gaze piercing his soul like a blade. "What made you think... the library is the only place with a Bloodline Recall spell?" Alistair's affectionate, hypocritical face instantly drained of all color. His eyes widened in horror. His perfect mask shattered completely. Watching his trembling body, I coldly spat out the final words.