Sherlock Holmes Mind Palace Book Novels & Stories

To prove to Hazel that she truly could read minds, the Keeper had crept into her mind and had whispered the answer there. Hazel was too stunned to speak or think and she froze there like someone who had been staring at a pendulum for hours. "Clear your little mind of all the waste it's been dwelling on so that we would find a place to lay our teachings," The voice came again in her mind. There was no need for that instruction as the Keeper's invasion of her mind had frozen everything in her. Hazel noticed that now that her mind was free, she was able to sense better. She could smell so well the metallic smell of fresh blood and she wondered if it was coming from the kitchen. She could also h

She says, "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted cookies or ores." "I will go with the ores." "I better get right to it. You carry on with what you were doing, but not doing." She teased, walking back downstairs. I sighed, still surprised at how the mind was such an interesting cognitive faculty. It allows you to think wrongly, and you wouldn't even realize it unless someone told you otherwise. Dragging my gaze back to where Sin stood, I found the spot empty. I looked around but couldn't see him. I was clinging to the book in my hand while wondering where he had gone when suddenly I felt a presence next to me. When I turned to look, I was in awe, realizing that it was the very same man I had

The Darkness said, revealing it was just another mind game. I shivered as I sat against the cool wall and resumed my humming, knowing the illusion that had taken place would haunt my dreams as the rest had before as no where was safe. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

Two wolves arguing at the edge of the grounds and their anger slammed into me like fists. By the time Rhea called an end I was on my knees breathing through waves of nausea. She crouched beside me. "What is wrong?" "I can feel them. Everyone. Their emotions. It is like they are inside my head and I cannot make it stop." Rhea's expression shifted. Not alarm. Something closer to grim recognition. "Since when?" "This morning. It started during sparring." She stood and offered me her hand. "Come with me." --- The palace library was massive. Three floors of shelves stacked with books and scrolls spanning centuries. Most of it gathering dust.

The silence that followed was the longest in a morning full of long silences. I looked at my wrist. At the mark that had been warm my entire life and that I had never understood and that had brought me here, to this palace, to this library, to this table across from a blind woman who had been waiting for me for longer than I had been alive. "Thessaly," I said quietly. "The second hollow chapter. Where is it?" She reached into the grey fabric of her clothing and produced a book. Small. Old. The cover plain and dark without title or marking of any kind. She set it on the table between us and pushed it toward me with one steady hand.

A fire crackled in a hearth larger than any she had ever stood before, and above the mantle hung a painting she could not quite make out, its details blurred the way dream images often were, present but unreachable. She knew this room. She knew it the way one knows the shape of their own hand, without needing to look, without needing to think. She knew that the third floorboard from the window creaked, and that the window itself stuck slightly when opened, and that if she turned to her left there would be a shelf of books, one of which had a broken spine from being read too many times. She turned to her left. There was the shelf. There was the book. "You always come back to this room in your

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

Chapter 2- Philtre, The Alchemist The woman whipped up a flame of torch and led her through the dank inner passages of the palace which seemed to have been forgotten by time but soon revealed the chamber of a man working on beetles at the corner of the room. The room was almost dark but for the light of a slight lamp whose weak light revealed a man with a beard busy, busy, busy in his room full of flasks and single open flames, not unlike a laboratory of sorts. There was also a panel of books by a wall.