The Blink Of An Eye Book Novels & Stories

He decided to close the door, carefully and quietly. In the middle of the dawn. There is a glimmering light in Elise's room. Her hair changes to blonde, her body is glowing while Elise is still asleep. There is a blinding light above her sleeping form and a familiar book appears. Making noise, plopping the pages. Elise is still in a deep slumber while the book above her changes the pages automatically.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

********* Thanks so much to everyone who has reached this far in reading my book *wipes tears* I'm so honored that you are loving the book which is why I'm requesting that if you are reading it and loving it, don't forget to leave a vote or a comment. I promise I don't bite *covers my eyes shyly* ********* Her eyes fluttered open, the unfamiliar scent of medicines and ammonia hitting her nostrils. She tried moving opening her mouth but the thing plunged in her mouth like a snorkel prevented her from doing so.

I screamed when I came in line with his collar bones and I turned on my heels to run. "Wait." Sorry again, but disappearing and reappearing doesn't scream human to me. "Wait," he repeated, but with force and much to my surprise I obliged. I glared at him as my body robotically turned his way and the skadoosh. The light bulbs in the room began to flicker and the hair on my arms raised to its tip. Lightening flashed through and through, though there was no thunder cloud in sight. Books and tables doubled over in its crackling might and in the ball of murderous light stood the blue eyed man with a smile.

While I was flipping through the pages of a booklet that held a ton of old love letters that’d been lost to the wind and compiled by collectors, I saw a flash of what I believe must’ve been a memory and it’d startled me to the extent that I’d have almost jumped out of my seat. It was a sight similar to the odd witch I’d seen staring back at me in the mirror that one time with wild white hair and red irises that looked like the blood of a thousand men stirred within them. The only difference was that this time, her eyes were completely white. Even worse, her eyes seemed to have rolled back into her head and she looked like she’d been convulsing from what I could gather. But the flash I’d seen

Elias asked, shocked. Before anyone could answer, a bright light filled the cabin. Something appeared in the air before me—a book, old and worn, its pages flapping as if caught in a wind. It floated for a moment, then dropped into my hands. The moment I touched it, pictures flooded my mind: An old woman with silver hair facing a beautiful woman with black eyes. Blood dripping from stone walls as symbols glowed with blue fire. A man with a scarred face—Orion—holding a red leather book.

166 Eliaz's POV I couldn't believe my ears. Hell, I couldn't even believe the scene in front of me. I'd blinked back a couple of times, hoping that it would at least change something, but it did. A small part of me had thought, maybe if I blinked too fast, then the distraction that had just appeared in the form of Alora and Fredrick would disappear. But I was wrong, very very wrong. No matter how hard I blinked, then just wouldn't go, and like that wasn't traumatic enough, they both brought news; bad and horrible news too.

ANISA. I blinked once, twice. Then squeezed my eyes tightly shut and waited. But as the stillness continued to stretch with each passing second, I knew nothing had happened. At least not yet. Maybe I need to wait a little longer first. So, I kept my eyes shut. Waiting. Waiting for a light, or perhaps, a certain flash that would indicate I had left the book and was back in my real world. I waited for any slight sign that would show the rejection had worked, and I had safely returned home.

he said, his voice dropping into that familiar, low rumble. "No," I stepped directly into his line of sight, mere inches from the footrest of his chair. I raised my hand, fingers splayed, and moved it slowly, silently, toward his eyes. I waited for the vacant stare. I waited for him to remain still. But as my fingers reached within an inch of his lashes, his eyes—those dark, piercing depths—flickered. The pupils dilated. A micro-adjustment of his focus occurred that was impossible for a blind man.

Chapter 6: The Same Room “No.” The word moved through her like a current before she could stop it, not loud, not dramatic, just the flat refusal of a mind that had not yet caught up to what her eyes were seeing. Nora lowered her hand. She blinked once. Twice. The way you blink when you think the light is playing tricks and you are about to feel foolish for it. But the light was not playing tricks. The room was very well lit and what stood in the doorway was not a trick.