Omniscient Reader Novels & Stories

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

He looked at Nora, then at Elia, who was staring at the sensors in total disbelief. ​"Kael," Elia said, her voice trembling. "The Ink-Man... he didn't just leave. He left a Coordinates-Stamp in the ship’s log." ​Kael walked to the console. The coordinates didn't point to a star or a galaxy. They pointed to a location outside the known universe. ​A place called The Reader’s Eye. ​"He wasn't the Author," Kael whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. "He was just a Proxy. The 'Eric Parsley' we saw was just a character he created to talk to us."

I was grateful Ryan didn't find me as a weirdo or thought that I needed mental treatment because all the facts in the history books all together stated that Omegas are the weakest in the chain rank and have no possibility of gaining immense strength. “Ryan?” I called him when my stomach grumbled. I was hungry and I hadn't seen Jayden either. “I'm sorry,I got carried away.” He dropped the book he was holding and came to help me down from his table. He had carried me from the room and placed me on the table earlier. “Can you let me see?” Ryan asked and my eyes met his. He meant that I should show him how the stuff happens but I couldn't. It just comes and goes.

I asked in horror. “You're not a mere Omega; you're a pure Omega,” Archer said. “Pure Omegas are born during a major astronomical event; they are usually endowed with incredible powers, such as, for example, clairvoyance. A pure Omega is capable of stopping a war or unleashing it; that's how awesome is what you can do once the seal of your powers is broken. Right now, we must take care that your power does not fall into the wrong hands and innocent lives are put in danger.” I hadn't realized how much my life had changed until that moment.

Immediately I stood up from my chair. “I am Alpha and Omega. Nothing should scare me anymore. I will get the beast and after it, I will get the general," I replied.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

Tom recited along with his recollections as he immediately opened his eyes wide. "The book. Fighting against itself and having its own consciousness, it's time to dig! ' He immediately started ravaging through the book seeing other mysterious drafts and out-of-the-normal sketches of some unpopular places before he returned to page fifty-five. He started reading, what he was reading on that page wasn't what he read on that same page yesterday, instead he was seeing a whole different print. Chapter Six The Plan "You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to mislead… "

It radiated an aura of absolute dominance, a presence that made every molecule of Riven’s body scream in recognition of something older than creation. The first god—once so imposing—was now a diminished, twisting shadow behind the entity, writhing as if acknowledging a superior. Riven gritted his teeth. “It’s… bigger than we thought.” Luca’s jaw tightened, his hand gripping Riven’s. “No kidding. And it’s coming for us.” Bishop, leaning heavily against the artefact shards, muttered under his breath, “It knows everything. Everything we’ve ever done, every secret we’ve ever held… it’s… it’s omniscient.”

I straightened up in shock. That was a name I was familiar with. Every Alpha's daughter I'd ever met, all arranged by my father to potentially find my Luna, would sing their praises about the woman, their eyes glowing with adoration as they recounted the mystifying things this woman would say. But I was dumbfounded. Orenda Gorre—better known as the Omniscient Orenda Gorre—was a psychic. Just how was a psychic supposed to help us?

She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole. Carina couldn't stop thinking about it as she lay on the bed, her hands couldn't help moving to touch her erect nipples, she pinched and flicked them, giving herself some pleasure. Gasping at the sensation, with her body jerking, she pursed her lips in dissatisfaction wishing she could find someone like the charming male lead in the book. Falling asleep with that thought, Carina found herself transported into the erotic scene she had just read. She was now Chloe, the female lead.