Romans & histoires The Blink Of An Eye Book

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

For an endless, breathless moment, the room was consumed in a blinding light that stung my eyes and made me grind my teeth. But then, just when I began to fear I had made some catastrophic mistake, the illumination slowly ebbed away. Both the book and the moonstone stopped glowing; for now, at least. Dazed, I blinked away the spots dancing across my vision, refocusing my eyes on the yellowed pages in front of me. They looked the same. Utterly the same. “What the…” I whispered to myself as I flipped through the pages. “What the hell was that?” “Nina? Everything okay?”

She snapped her head toward me, suspicion and anger in her eyes. I picked up the box of personal items I'd already packed, met their stares, and headed for the door.

The annoyance act of the prophecy book caused Igikran’s anger to run deeply in his veins and chase after the book in a flaming manner. The eye of the prophecy book emitted a pressurized air out of its dilated pupil; it helped the book to move further. Akshara thought to herself, “How crazy the vision is! The book with an eye changed to rocket and it was chased by a raven with an iron helmet. What a weird book! Why everything is happening to me. Is it because I never believed in fantasy? I think I have muted my intelligence since the night of Bluemoon. I wish to wake up in my bed realizing everything I have gone through must be a dream.”

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

But before she exited the room, she turned around and asked: "Professor, might I suggest the next reading passage? He gazed at her, sizing up her audacity with icy eyes — but inside, he was seething. "You may." "Story of the Eye, by Bataille", she stated, with the calmest voice in the world. He held her gaze. "Approved. But remember... some readings are irreversible." She blinked. "I'm counting on it." And she walked away. Her skirt swaying on her hips, like a definitive period without any regret.

My mouth opened in silent panic, my hands flailing, scratching at my throat, my chest, the sheets. Goosebumps flared on my skin, I could feel someone was here. Someone was killing me. There was a weight pressing against my chest, like hands I couldn’t see were holding me down, stealing every breath. My vision blurred. Stars danced at the edge of my sight. I thrashed, heart hammering, and my eyes landed on the book open on the desk. It was glowing again.

Katana My eyelids slowly blinked open, and I was instantly attacked by the harsh, piercing flash of an overhead fluorescent bulb. The blinding light burned into my retinas, painting everything in a yellow tint. I trembled and pinched my eyes shut, trying to guard myself from the brightness, but it only worsened the throbbing ache in my head pounding with every beat as if a tiny construction crew was hammering away inside my skull. My senses gradually regained consciousness, and I realized I wasn't alone. The shadows of two figures lurking in the corner urged me to open my eyes.

"Are these guys werecats? Blink twice for no." Two long blinks. If they are not like us, what are they? "Are we in danger?" I could feel her fear now. One long blink, and right back to the crazy blinking marathon. Not knowing what to do, I turned back to the eye candy in front of me. As soon a I looked in leader boys' smoky grey eyes my insides went to water. It was like my bones liquified. Why couldn't I form thoughts when I looked at him?

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