Seventh Sense Book Novels & Stories

Her heart started racing wildly the moment she put the book on her crossed lap, but more of terror than joyfulness. Lennie instantly knew there was something that she should never know hidden inside that book, but she didn’t give it a damn care. “You'd better in this fucking book, Zeno,” she murmured to herself again, and then slowly opened the book. The next moment, all of a sudden, her eyes, her face, her whole body, including her soul were caught by a flash of white light.

I could not promise that I would have every answer, but I could promise that I would not leave him alone with his questions. Days passed like that, with us moving around each other carefully. Sometimes he would smile at me, and for a few minutes, everything felt normal again, but then I would catch that distant look in his eyes and know something was wrong. I tried not to stare, tried not to make him feel like I was studying him, but it was becoming harder. There was something inside Seven that seemed to be waking up, and whatever it was, he was terrified of it.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

“Well then, well then.” Giggling, but somehow taunting with his words and very presence, the mirror that serves as HIS eyes and ears to that particular book and world, unfolds the first mystery. Their first encounter and the deal that will set the beginning of the book HE entitled. “The Call of Death.” From the mirror that is adorned with the symbol and intricate mark of the Zodiacs, with the thirteen as the special one, from its fangs and core that spins this very world all along with the other six and from the original seventh. The final seventh loop of this particular book and world is about to begin, like a smile and a whispering voice echo.

Once again, the divine beast clan ceases contact with the outside world to avoid the threats of the total extinction of the Four Divine Beast Clans. Such fate is cruel. "I guess... life sometimes is cruel," I murmured as I finished reading the book. I felt conflicted and emotional. I grabbed another book and found the title intriguing. "The Eye of the Truth," This is interesting. I began flipping the pages, and the more I read, the deeper my suspicion became. Doubts filled my mind, and something was off about the information written in this book. I suddenly felt dizzy and gripped the book hard. What happened?

"It's beautiful, Sombra. Look at the detail on these hinges." It is a pile of paper and skin. "Thank you for that lovely imagery. I’m glad you’re here to keep me grounded." She let out a huff of air that ruffled my hair. You are stalling. Maybe I was. The book felt heavy in a way that had nothing to do with its physical weight. It felt like a threshold. Once I opened it, I was stepping out of the dark and into something I might not be ready for. But that was just my nerves talking. It was an object. A very old, very expensive object, but just a book.

She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.