Omniscient Reader Novels & Stories

"There are many more like me... everywhere." "What?!" "Isn't that your name, Omega?" The demon goads, its words slurring, "Yes, we know your name. We know everything!" "How?" Win whispers. May is clutching the sleet vertical bars in a death grip, "What the hell are you on about?" The beta hums. "Everywhere... This is such a great big world, with so many tasty souls, waiting to be devoured." "Not while we are still around, beta." Win snarls back, getting tired of listening to the hissing, growling sounds resonating painfully inside the cramped cell.

“Before I became your daughter.” She remembered the empty space. A presence watching. A consciousness outside creation. Not the Observer. Something beyond it. “The Observer wasn’t the highest power.” Noah nodded. “It was only a guardian.” Sophia asked: “Guardian of what?” Seraphina whispered: “The Reader.” The Difference Lucien frowned. “What’s the difference?” Noah answered: “The Observer watched the story.” He pointed toward the page. “The Reader decides which story is allowed to exist.” Silence. Sophia looked at the sentence predicting her death.

My mate’s eyebrows furrow while she looks at our Alpha. I place my hand on her thigh and gently caress it, as I softly whisper, “That is our big secret, baby. Our pack can read minds, and many others can do more than that.” Donna glances around the group as her eyebrows furrow together. “Do you mean like some superpower?”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Why would anybody fill an entire notebook with some meaningless gibberish? Leila felt a slight but persistent tingling at the roots of her hair. It occurred to her that the entries in the notebook were encrypted. Leila Weinrich, an Oxford student in ancient civilisations, had an unusual hobby: she was good at solving mysteries. And mysterious things kept happening with her, her friends and acquaintances, with acquaintances of her friends and the friends of her acquaintances. Leila was helping everyone, even when she was not asked to do so, as sarcastic Tom pointed out.

I spun around, my heart racing. A hand touched my shoulder. I turned, expecting the man I knew. But it was the teen; the Silent Reader. They were holding a small, glowing crystal. "He's the core of the bridge, Maya," the Reader said, their voice full of a terrible weight. "To move everyone here, to this neutral space where the Author can't reach... someone had to stay behind to hold the door open." I looked at the crystal. Inside, a tiny, flickering brown light pulsed in time with my own heartbeat.

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

Made of books and scrolls and memories written on reality itself. "Welcome." A voice speaks from everywhere. "I've been expecting you, Aurora Sinclair. And your mates. And your quest for eternity." A figure appears. Neither male nor female. Neither young nor old. Just timeless. The Chronicler. "You know why we're here?" I ask. "I know everything." They smile. "I record it all. Your past. Your future. Your every choice. It's written here. In infinite books. Infinite possibilities. Infinite outcomes." "Then you know if we succeed." Zephyr's voices echo. "If we find a way to be eternal together."

And it had a name that made Seraphina’s liquid-sapphire eyes turn a solid, terrified white. "The Reader," Kaelen whispered. The "Reader" didn't look at them with curiosity or greed. It looked at them with a look of pure, unadulterated "Participation." And from the air, a single, glowing "Command" appeared, written in a language that every soul in the North could understand.

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.