Minds Book Novels & Stories

“Princess? It's okay, everything is okay." I heard Alpha Rohan's voice keep saying that in my ear, as if he was guiding my soul, which was about to go astray. As he continued to whisper those words, I felt the warmth of his body carrying me into his arms. I cried my eyes out, closed to a wailing, on his chest. But… A person's mind is the most dangerous thing for every living creature endowed with reason, especially if it is on the lower threshold of conscience. Like a thought that suddenly entered my head right now,

Isabella sat down on the couch in the fields of the palace, flipping through the pages of a novel which she had ordered from the palace library, when Elizabeth joined here. This was the only time Isabella felt relived and happy to speak to someone, her sisters where rarely around her , they preferred attending functions outside the palace. She most times had reading sections with Elizabeth whenever they met. " What book are you reading? ", Elizabeth asked sitting next to her. " Just a novel", Isabella replied, quickly shoveling the book aside. It was a book on mind readers and how they could practice some spells to help them read the minds of those with dark powers.

I half got up from my seat with the intention to move towards her and help in any way I could, but at that moment her eyes snapped open and I saw how truly bloodshot they were. “Don’t,” she murmured, the pain she was feeling bleeding through that single word. My skin tautened as her words fell on my ears, but I obeyed and an eternity seemed to pass as she shut her eyes once more to ride through the rest of the pain while I watched on mutely. It gave me time to think on what I had learned yesterday from my grandfather while he was preparing me for my meeting with Evangeline Fairley. According to him, Mind Workers, despite their apparent prowess, had to thrive on subtlety as each individual mi

I mutter. There is no use trying to hide thoughts from a quantum mega mind like his. He knows every thought, every atom, every blade of grass in this world. "Because I coded the entire thing," he comments off-handedly as if picking thoughts from the air like droplets of rain is a normal thing. I know it isn't. I have seen every movie, book, play and picture ever conceived of. And my favourite is a children's book named " The Forbidden Fruit - by Redd Edwards.

“Have you read that book… uhm, what’s the title again? A wolf who could lead the world with only his mind.” We both said the title at the same time and he chuckled. “Seems we have a fan of books here. So are you saying to me that after reading that book, you think it’s false?” “It was a good book, in my opinion. I used to read it a lot when I was a kid. But I think after growing up it sounded a bit exaggerated.” “The power of the mind sounds exaggerated?” He suddenly got up from his chair. “Then how would you like to use your strength to fight against one?”

"Jeez, you're good at guessing. I wondered how you knew what book I was holding." She was staring at Brady's reflection in the mirror. He kept his book on its back, so the title was invisible. It made her feel nervous. "If I didn't know you, I'd think you had superpowers," Brady told her. Khali laughed. She gave Brady a look. "What? What did you say? Superpower?" Khali also laughed. "Yes, you seem to know everything, as if you could read our minds," Brady said. —- Khali replied to Sherlock after she remembered Brady.

"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?"

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

But Minsk kept silent at him instead, just looking at him although he was expecting more from Tony. "What do you have to say about that brother from another mother?" "Don't you consider my statement golden?" Tony asked. "I would only consider it golden if at all you have more shits you can say" "Because you have no idea how important we would be with those books!" "The books are capable of raising the Dead" "With those books you can find someone and bring him back right from hell, just too powerful to be explain" Minsk said as Tony looks at him for a while, almost like he was left with no words because he can already see how serious Minsk looks in stealing those books just because of his sel

Maya would be no use to me if they managed to slip inside my mind. The oasis in my head was fuzzy at first, the details an annoying haze. As I continued taking steady breaths, the image became clearer. Crystal blue waters, swaying wheat grass, and the scent of nature in the air. I imagined myself delving deep within my own head, a library forming around me. Rows upon rows of empty books lined oak shelves, each cover a different style and color. I walked the dark halls of my mind, plucking a deep amber book from it's place on the shelf. The cover was dark, but intertwined with threads of gold.