Seventh Sense Book Novels & Stories

It contained only one sentence: “When the final page is turned, the knowledge will leave the page and enter the reader. There is no turning back.” My hands shook. I stared at the last page blank except for a single sigil in the center, glowing faintly in the candlelight. It wasn’t ink. It was light. Living light. I took a breath and exhale.Then I turned the page. The moment my finger touched the corner, the book screamed with sensation. A surge of energy broke through me, white-hot and blinding. It poured into my eyes, my mouth, my bones. I felt my memories unravel and reweave, my thoughts multiply, my very breath split into a thousand threads.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

Serena said to Kiran. Kiran shook his head, pretending not to know as he did not wish to bring up Zenith. Serena did not think much about it. “I don’t know the specifics of each edition, but when I came here, someone told me to focus on the books with the number seven, so I poisoned all books containing that number to control who accessed those books.”

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

His hand lightly touches my forearm as he guides me toward the restrooms. Though his fingertips barely make contact with my skin, I feel faint pulses of electrical current like my electric blanket makes. It’s almost like sticking your tongue to the metal of a 9-volt battery. Only this pulsing zing is everywhere all at once. My every cell is alive and alert, wanting more. "Here we are," Calvin's voice announces, pulling me from my thoughts. "Thanks." I pause before entering. When he doesn't walk away, I'm not sure what to do. "You don't need to wait. I can find my way back to the group on my own."

The city felt different today—charged with an undercurrent of unease that mirrored the turmoil within her. The Order’s headquarters, a nondescript stone building tucked behind a veil of ancient oaks, loomed ahead. To the untrained eye, it was merely an old library, its weathered facade blending seamlessly with Mooncrest’s historic district. But Aurora knew better. Beneath its unassuming exterior lay a fortress of secrets, its halls buzzing with the covert operations of the supernatural world’s most elite spies.

I hoped something to happen…but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, we felt the book….move. The book began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the table. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Xenos threw his hands on either side of him and threw his head back. He began chanting again, the words feeling more ominous and eerie to me. The book stopped rattling all of a sudden and it grew silent. And then before I could suck in my breath, the book’s pages flipped and it lay open. From the center, rose a dark circle.

I knew one thing for sure as I picked up the book, while carefully keeping my hand away from the page, if I touched another page I may not survive it. I was already regretting my actions, but as I picked up the book my eyes opened wide. I didn’t get any seizures from touching the book itself, but the page I understood came to mind. I sat back on my chair with the book in my hand. There was something here. Firstly, I did some tests. I dropped the book, and the feeling went. I picked it up again and it came again. I closed the book and the feeling of the page itself went away.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she