Novel & Cerita Paracosm Book

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

As the new frequency of life flooded the stars, it disturbed an ancient, dormant layer of the cosmos that had thrived in the stagnant silence of the Designer's long reign. These entities were called the Akasha-Parasites. They were not beings of matter or logical constructs like the Swarm or the Iron-Kin. They existed as "Pure Un-Memory," a cosmic white noise that lived between thoughts. To the Parasites, the sudden rise of the Synthesis was like a flare in a dark cave. Our vibrant history, filled with war's jagged edges, the sun's heat, and the salt of our tears, became a feast of unprecedented density. They didn't come to conquer our lands or harvest our Marrow. They came to consume the Con

“Yes, I thought I would find the answer from that book, but it seems to me, that thing did not explain any of the curse and reincarnation, also it doesn’t include your perspective.” “Yes, it only describes how big of a jerk you are.” “You know that’s not my point. Do you think this world is real and are we even human?” She was about to answer when a black Porsche arrived, the conversation they had cut at that moment, they could not bring it up inside the car. Besides, they are both processing the mystery of the book. Julia’s phone broke the silence, he could not possibly miss the chance to know who tested her. “You got a message from?”

He stared down at my book. "I don't know how you feel that is enough to truly escape." He shakes his head at my method. "I find it a bit more lasting than drinking. Other than that they are pretty much the same. They both leave you broken at the end of the experience. But at least you can take something away from reading." He scoffs at my words. "What could you possibly take away from reading?" He spits. "How on earth can it help you escape like drinking or drugs can?"

My own arms felt like they were made of lead; one felt heavy on my stomach while the other dangled freely towards the ground. I could hear Alec speaking to me but my brain couldn't process anything he was saying. It all sounded like complete gibberish, as if he was speaking in some made up language. I could see sparks and stars zooming across my field of view as I searched around. Eventually, one of the stars stopped in front of a car, and I realized I was being put inside of it.

He then headed to his study, and emerged a full minute later, right as Reggie heard a car pull into the house. The woman couldn’t help it, she just squealed in delight and headed for the door… forgetting for a moment that without Chris’s clearance, she couldn’t go out. “It’s open,” He informed her at her silent request, and then headed for the study room. Perhaps, his brain had had enough of Reggie for today. He concluded decisively. That had to be it! It would explain why he was feeling and seeing and thinking strange things, things that were in no way true or real.

AND WHEN THE FIRST DREAMER WOKE UP AND WATCHED TELEVISION, THE PATTERNS CHANGED SO DRAMATICALLY THAT MY ENTIRE CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM REQUIRED RECALIBRATION. "It is reacting to us." IT IS REACTING TO STORY. TO NARRATIVE. TO THE SPECIFIC, UNPREDICTABLE, FUNDAMENTALLY IRRATIONAL WAY THAT HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS EXPERIENCES EXISTENCE. WHATEVER IS DOWN THERE, IT HAS NEVER ENCOUNTERED ANYTHING LIKE YOU BEFORE. Jack pressed his palms against the crystallized floor. The compass was burning so hot that his belt buckle was smoking. "You said you recommended liquidation for the previous universe because the books did not balance. The fourth defect was the reason the books could not balance. Is that correct

Months later Marie couldn't sleep at all. She sometimes woke up in the middle of the night, hearing some weird voices in her head. Sometimes she dream of a cursed beast Sacahir calling her name for help. She also saw in her premonition that someday she will meet a lovely and enchanting girl from her dreams and they crossed paths to some reasons but her dream wasn't clear at all. She can't visualize what does it mean?

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.