Reveries Book Novels & Stories

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

Warning : This chapter contains several switches of POVs. ___________ |Azalea's POV| I woke up, did my usual morning routine; concealed my tattoos etcetera before going down for breakfast. After eating breakfast, I went to my room and was watching something on the TV when someone came to sit beside me. Enzo. Earlier today, around two in the morning, I was hungry so I went to the kitchen to make something for me to eat. Then I saw Enzo entering the kitchen. The fucker called me a pig-

Suddenly, a motorcycle shot out of a nearby alley and headed straight for us. I instinctively pulled Calvin out of harm's way, but it was too late for me to dodge. At that moment, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I was pressed flush against a broad chest, and I heard my savior's racing heart. Skyler held me tightly and said soothingly, "You're safe. You're safe, Rory." My knees were weak from the fright, and I was still terrified. For some reason, the scene of Skyler saving me overlapped with my memories of being saved in the past. A thought formed in my mind.

As they were sat around eating, Brother Andrew asked Annie if he could borrow the book. “Of course.” she replied rummaging in her bag. “I was thinking about what your professor friend said about history being rewritten, what did we do that was so bad they did that to us?” “I have no idea Brother Andrew, but I’m hoping with all the research I’m doing, we may find out. I’m hoping Alpha Armstrong will give me access to the Reiver archives, there may be some answers in there somewhere.”

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

He also had Chloe's favorite book which she used to read whenever she wants to cheer herself. "Book? Is this her favorite thing?" Viktor asks. "Yes, she reads a lot and this is her favorite book," Marcus said. "All I want is something she has used," Reva said and gulped the drink. She placed the book on the floor, and knelt before it. She asked the others to stand behind her. She chanted spells and her vision has taken her somewhere far away, crossing the rivers, oceans, mountains, blizzard, endless snow and to a room where Chloe is sleeping.

Even better. But Selene knew silence didn’t mean surrender. It meant planning. And she was done playing nice. At exactly 4:17 AM, she rose from the chair and crossed the room to her desk. She grabbed her laptop, plugged in the USB, and watched the loading bar stretch across the screen like a slow exhale. Then a folder appeared. "REVELATIONS" Selene clicked it open. Dozens of video files. She clicked on the first one. Cherry. Alone in her room, pacing in front of a mirror. The angle was odd, almost like someone had hidden a camera in the bookshelf. The date on the video read two weeks ago.

I don't even remember the last time I smiled at something on the internet. Books, once my favorite escape, now remain untouched on the shelf. I can't bring myself to read even a single page. Every time I try, the words blur together until I eventually close the book again. Ever since I came back from...No. No... no... no... Don't think about it. Please don't. My breathing immediately becomes uneven. My chest tightens painfully as though invisible hands are squeezing the air out of my lungs. No, Advika. Don't remember. Don't go back there. Please... don't. But memories never ask for permission. They simply return.

And the last page with anything written in it was in English “THE RISE OF DISASTER” “That somewhat looks like blood. I haven’t seen these blank pages before and I’m sure I’ve gone over it like a hundred times or so.” Everest inspected but Eva had zones out, unaware of the world around her. She stared at the like she was drawn to it, like it was calling her. “That is enough; you are scaring my friend.” Jayne said closingthe book up and placing it on the table. Shouldn’t an old relic like this be kept somewhere safe until the museum picks it up?”

Ember was changing in the back room. The smell of a million perfumes swam around in the crowded space. Women chatted around her but nothing was really said with any importance. What had just happened? No one had ever startled her while she was working a trance. Maybe it was time to leave again? She had gotten too comfortable. The problem was she like it here. The town was small and quiet. The beach was not a far walk so that you could always feel the moisture in the air coming off the ocean.