Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint| Orv Novels & Stories

The throne had already started draining my strength. Omniscient sight was a throne-based power that came to the Alpha, who sat on the throne. The closer I was to the throne, the clearer my sight worked and faltered as I went farther away from it. Neither Ezra nor Raven ever desired to get close to the throne and even if they did, I wouldn’t have allowed them.

The recognition was the recognition of someone who was in the being. He said: "The argument is invisible." Don looked at him. "You have made the argument invisible by making it the form," Ernest said. "The reader who is inside a long accumulation will feel it in the reading — the recognition of what the ordinary day contains. The reader who is not inside a long accumulation will appreciate the writing but not fully find the argument." He held Don's gaze. "This is the most honest book because the argument is only available to the reader who has earned it."

Another man lit the fire and very soon Rohan's agonizing screaming started coming out of the bull. Seeing all these, Orni was rooted in her place like a robot without blinking her eyes. Her face was expressionless though her cheeks were still wet due to tears. She was seeing a man getting roasted alive right in front of her eyes. Her body turned cold like seeing this terrific scene and her mind stopped working for some time. " He is in danger because of you. You have to save him," Her subconscious alerted her and that's when she blinked her eyes. She diverted her terrified gaze towards VR and found him enjoying Rohan's painful screaming and begging.

Point of View: Nova The first light of dawn filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the grove. The young Omegas stirred slowly, tails twitching, ears alert. I pressed my paws against the soft moss, watching them move. My green eyes were sharp, scanning every corner of the grove. Last night’s events—the traps, Soren’s appearance, Kael’s watchful gaze—still echoed in my mind. But now, daylight brought a different kind of danger: one that hid behind familiar faces.

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"The readers provide the 'Attention-Currency,' and we provide the 'Emotional-Yield.' But Julian Thorne has performed a Illegal Buy-Back. He’s trying to take the characters private. He’s trying to end the story." The Mid-Point: The Dividend of Sentience The Author-Construct turned to Julian. "If the story ends, Julian, you cease to exist. There is no 'Orchard' for you to retire to. There is no 'Port Trinity' in the real world. You are a collection of tropes and data-points. If the Reader closes the app, you are Liquidated." Julian stepped forward, shielding Clara and the baby. His silver eyes were no longer cold; they were filled with a desperate, human defiance.

"Alpha Orvyn will show no mercy in torturing him. Trust me, he's told him everything about you and the House. Very soon, he'll come marching down our doors with his army. "I'm not afraid of him." I brought the rim to my lips, sniffing in the rich aroma of the wine. "But Orvyn is wiser than that. He knows I've join forces with Alpha Cassian, and he's aware of the large army Aloha Cassian commands. If he comes with battle, he knows he's bound to lose. He needs reinforcements. A lot of it at that." "Hmmm." Homer stroked his beard, nodding his head in understanding. " But sire, something more confusing bothers me."

“Speak, child.” “Lord Orlov and my husband plan to fix the darkness problem with Vrian Elemental magic. Then they plan to-- to kill all the creatures in the forest. A genocide.” The Oracle didn't have as much of a reaction as Ursa thought. His eyes looked very far away, as if there was an internal database in his head, and he was accessing all types of information that normal mortals such as she can never touch. “They are both so smart, yet never learn. Young Orlov fancies himself a level-headed and analytical type of being; yet, he is just as impulsive as Young Vasil when it comes down to it.”

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

There were five on them and he placed them in the forest next to the white pieces I had for our group. “Each one represents one hundred, correct?” “Yeah. But…I didn’t know you could read minds.” He laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t. What I can read is peoples faces. Yours was far too expressive for a moment.” “Is she really that much of a force? I mean, it seems kind of silly for Oran to create such an unstoppable force.”