Novel & Cerita Random Page Of A Book

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

Dan said, and I nodded. Soon after, we got to section B-2, and Beta Dan started pulling out some books. “I believe these ones are more likely to have what you’re looking for,” he said, handing me a book and another while he himself kept busy studying a page. I started to fiddle with the first book, scrolling page by page. The images and writing fonts were good, but not what I came for, so my interest dwindled. I believe I was reading something about rogues from the eastern side when I started to feel woozy, my eyes heavy and battling to stay open.

The… I was distracted with the reading when the page beside it shined. I heard the page call for me. It was like the book wanted me to read that exact page. There was a picture of a girl there. She was in black and white. The wind blew her long hair, and covered her face and her long princess dress to hide her figure. I was afraid to place my hand on the book. I had seen a movie like this where the girl entered the book. This book was erratic. I wouldn’t take the risk.

He asked. Carys opened it and leafed through its pages. Once she had looked through every page of that book, she turned over to page 17. Alpha King and I leaned closer as she switched on the table lamp kept on the reading table and held up page 17 against the light. A circular pattern appeared like a watermark on the page, which was otherwise not visible under normal light.

“...under the cold sun, there comes a fair lady falling from the sky. The maiden lay there basking under the heated sun, upon her arrival, the trees made way. A huge gust of wind came waving in arc, cutting everything it touches. The tree…” The words after that were faded by the multiple words it got mashed up in before this page. It probably got wet and the ink went through some of the pages. I flipped through the pages of the book gently, and all of the words were mashed up together with the words before the page just like the old yellowish paper I’m holding. I opened the other books, not minding the dust that flew in each book I opened. They had the same condition – faded, ink mashed up t

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

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.

Flipping to the next page, I try to see if there's any indication of a title, since neither the front page nor first page have one. I don't see anything of the sort. Instead, I find a paragraph of ink marks that look similar to the one on the first page. "Is this a joke?" I flip to the next page and find the same handwriting, but the text in this one looks longer. Groaning, already starting to get irritated by the seemingly pointless search, I flip through some more pages, hoping that I find something meaningful. Rather, most of the pages of the book are blank. Just bare sheets of paper.

The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching. Slightly annoyed, Levy started to look through the books again and this time much more carefully as she stared at each page until she was sure that she wasn’t missing anything finally she found what exactly was wrong at the end of the third book. “ Someone tore pages from this book,” murmured Levy as she ran her fingers through the rough yet very clean edge of the torn page. Whoever tore the pages of the book, did it very carefully… in fact, they did it so cleanly that Levy would’ve never found what was wrong with the book unless she carefully skimmed through each page.

I should frame this! I continued opening the pages of the book but they were just pure white and empty. I sighed , my hands dropping to the book. Maybe the whole point of looking into the box was to find the picture. All of a sudden my hands began to glow really brightly and so did the first page of the book, or maybe not!. What in the world is going on?