The Blink Of An Eye Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You cannot look into its eyes." "What is it?" Adrian asked. The Stranger answered without turning around. "I don't know." "No one does." "We only know what remains after it leaves." The footsteps stopped. Halfway up the staircase. A figure stood hidden beneath a cloak woven from moving shadows. Its face could not be seen. Its hands could not be seen. Only two faint silver lights glowed where its eyes should have been. The White Book burst open. Its pages flipped wildly. Every story Adrian had ever lived flashed before him.

It's way to convoluted to keep re-explaining. And just as I finished the sentence, Elijah and his people walked through the doors. Immediately when my eyes laid on one of the ladies, did I feel a strange connection. When I finally got a good look at her, I noticed she was blind. Instantly I felt my eyes glow. At the same time, so did the blind lady's, Elijah's, and Psyren's. I looked over and noticed a book being held in one of the men, that came with Elijah, hands. It, too, shined brightly. Gasp and murmurs erupted in the room. The blind lady took a step towards me, smiling.

But when I was about to put the book back on the shelf, my hand gripped the book tighter. "Oh, Moon Goddess," cried Eliz, stepping back to avoid me. A blue light flashed out of the book, and suddenly the wind was fast enough to open all the sheets of the book before my eyes. I felt my iris come to light when I saw the book in my hand. There are so many whispers that I hear, and they seem to be scrambling to know me. Some of them whispered while singing familiar melodies to my ears.

Alex's Pov The words on the page danced away from one another and then back together again, colliding and rolling over one another. They swam across the white background from one end to another and shrieked in alarm and scurried out of the way of one solitary raindrop. I blinked quickly, causing more raindrops to fall. I snapped the book shut. Crying was useless. I'd done enough of that the night before and again this morning. I dragged my forearm across my eyes a little forcefully, the rough fabric grazing my skin.

One that is cruel to the world and the other that is hurt inside and only wants to protect. I hope the time stops so we could stay like this. I'm afraid that he would go back to being cruel like he is when he wakes up. It hadn't even been 30 seconds, he woke up. His eyes lifted to only meet the ceiling as I quickly shut my eyes. Not wanting him to see me. "Wake up, I know you're awake." Defeatedly, I opened my eyes to see him watching me. I quickly diverted my attention elsewhere. Not wanting to look him in the eyes.

I could only move my eyes, and they opened and closed with difficulty. As I blinked several times to focus my sight, I saw the being in front of me. He had just watched me with perverse intentions. Our eyes collided, and at that moment, I was able to see through him. I opened my eyes wide, my head was going to explode, images after images assaulted my senses, it was as if they were drilling my brain, it was a lot. “AAAA, AAAAA! Stop it, NOOO! AAAHHH! Please no more Aaaaaa, Nooo more!”

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

It smelled of salt and something metallic. I reached out and touched the ridge of the thumb. It wasn't made of ink. It was soft. It was warm. It was **Alive**. "I see you," I whispered. Suddenly, the world began to shake. Not a "Scripted Earthquake," but the shaking of a book being dropped. The white sky turned into a blur of colors—a bedroom, a desk, a window with rain on it. I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes.

The book is totally shit! But..but..Damn!!! Where are the first 30 pages? Someone should have torn those pages. But who? And why? If it's is a human then where is he? By chance is he watching our every movement? But..but.. from where? I gulped down nervously. I don't want to believe this book. Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human."

Immediately, it glowed and opened, flipping fast to the page he wanted to make use of. He took a pill that restored sight to some extent and read out the words fast in a language the Olmpha female didn't understand. The latter needed no soothsayer to make her aware that whatever her opponent was planning, it wasn't going to be good. This grey book was three times the size of the one she just ruined. She saw that he even bit his finger and let the blood drip onto the book page. Immediately, the ground beneath her trembled. She levitated, trying to get away from the spot when she felt something grip her right leg tightly.