Sentence With Omniscient Novels & Stories

Just one sentence. Stop looking. You’re already being watched. Cold spreads through me, slow and heavy. They know when I move. They know when I stop. They know when I think I’m alone. The silence suddenly makes sense.

“That was always a part of me but aren’t there other people more rational than me?” “Yes but you have traits that will allow you to survive in Foserense.” “Like what?” Goddess chuckled. “David, the knowledge I have cannot be understood by a human.” “Oh, God works in mysterious ways right?” “No. People tend to forget that I am omniscient, well at least as omniscient as I want to be.” “And? Doesn’t that mean you would know how to explain to me in a way that I would understand?” “I do but you are not omniscient. Explaining it to you in a way you would understand would take an inordinate amount of time, time that I am not interested in spending, explaining to you.”

She would be in an unknown situation and thrown right back into the clutches of a tortuous bastard. I tried to put myself in his position and think about it being Kade to do it. Fuck. Scratch that. I did not even want to consider what that would be like. The uncertainty, worry, and fear. It would be on a constant loop the entire time. ‘There is only one of the Gods who can show the altered vision like that. There’s but one that can see the potential outcomes of events, both past and future,’ Faye chimed in out of nowhere.

she seats down saying nothing , just smirking at me, “ it's just one day and you are already worked up, calm down’ ‘'now tell me, what did he do” “ well, he has insane eyes, hes super quiet, like as silent as the wind in the morning i dont know when he is coming, fuck he terrifies me, and secondly i have this feeling that he read minds too” for a momnemt it felt dumb, but then i remember i was the only one in the position. “How do you mean he read minds"

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”