Omniscient Reader View Point Novels & Stories

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

"It's the moment you decide if you're a Character or the Hand that Holds the Pen." I looked at my mate, my children, and the door. If I walked through, I would lose the protection of the Loom. I would be mortal. I would be 'Just Gia.' But the North would be free, because the North would no longer be a 'Story' to be managed. "Gia," Eryx whispered, using my real name—the name from the demos, the name from the beginning. "Don't leave us in the ink." I stepped toward the door, realizing the final, staggering truth: the High Council was never the villain. The villain was the Reader's need for a 'Satisfying Ending.' And I was about to give them a Tragedy of Absolute Freedom.

Third Person POV "Ladies and gentlemen! It saddens me in a joyful way that four people have now made it to the winner level, but we are still unable to choose. My goodness! It was as if their brains contained this world as a whole, and there was nothing that they didn't know, It was clearly impossible, yet it was happening here before our eyes. Our questions are running out, but goodness may have it, we are inquiring more and more questions, and how we will continue from now on is to ask, ask and ask till three drops out finally!"

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

Omniscient narrative Nico stared at the figure approaching her, she sat down contemplating whether she knew the person or not. Minutes ago, she had concluded it was Latisha, who was the princess of the Dawnhill pack, yet thoughts kept her bound within the principle that Latisha was actually gone. She went missing the same day the rogues attacked the kingdom. If only Rowen had listened to her, the rogues wouldn't have attacked. The figure fell to the floor, weak, her hair scattered through her face, blood stained a smooth skin turning rough and haggard…

"This is the sequence. The gate opens. The demon rises. The witch becomes the Queen of the Wastelands, and the Saintess becomes the savior who destroys her. This is the ending. This is the only ending." I stared at the vision. At the blood crown. At the destroyed friends. At the particular horror of becoming everything I had fought against. And then I smiled. The sharp expression that Rina Vale had learned from a thousand villainess novels. The particular curvature of lips that said I had read this scene before and knew how it ended. "No," I said, and my voice carried through the labyrinth, through the geas, through the very narrative the Author was writing. "This is not my future. This is y