Omniscient Readers Point Of View の小説・ストーリー

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.

Third Person Point of View "You didn't love her. You weren't even a little bit interested in her. You just wanted to compete with me. Win over me..." Ezra's accusation echoed in Riley's mind. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her vision blurred. The world suddenly grew darker—the beautiful life she thought she had was fading away. The memories she cherished, the moments she replayed with a smile and a heart full of happiness, now looked ugly.

"What line am I supposed to say here? Should I say… Yes? Or no?" Theodore's brow seemed to raise slightly as he snapped his fingers. Two men in black suddenly walked out from the corner. They then stuffed the man on the floor into a sack and carried him out. While they were doing that, I walked around the room, looking for cameras. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I quickly figured everything out. They must be using pinhole cameras! After the man was carried out, the door closed again. Theodore sat down in a chair not far away. He asked, "Your name."

Nesryn said thoughtfully. “And it should be the last,” I said. Just like mind-link allowed me to communicate with every single soul in my pack. The omniscient sight helped me monitor every individual in the pack unnoticed. Blind-spots appeared when someone concealed their presence from my sight. Not many knew of my omniscient sight, and those who did could do nothing to evade it. So, it was important for me to catch that mouse before it caused trouble for me and my family. “Is the blind-spot still there?” Nesryn asked.

His deep visible gaze spelt danger for me and I couldn't help but wonder what lies beneath his long black gleaming hair. Third person's point of view "Argh! Argh!" She screamed, her screams sending everything inside the dark chamber crumbling down to dust. Her eyes shined darker than the night. Her dark eyes rested on the siphon witches that stood before her, eyes buried to the marble floors not daring to look up.

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…