Thus Spoke Zarathustra A Book For All And None Novels & Stories

Immediately, I continued the discussion I had with the High Priestess by saying, "Let’s talk about what you said before, High Priestess. What do you mean by 'I’m part of the prophecy'?" Claire, the High Priestess, looked at me as she asked me, "Have you read the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings?" The Book of All Beliefs to All Beings was our holy scripture. Not only for us werewolves, but other creatures as well. That book was a guide to each creature's belief. It was the only one that united us supernatural creatures. However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter.

That wasn’t just about us. That was about everything we could become. Everything we might change. Everything that could follow. The presence stilled. Then…. For the first time, It made a decision. “You will be observed.” Not a threat. Not a warning. A statement. Zara nodded slightly. “That’s fine.” I raised an eyebrow at her. She ignored me. But just as the presence began to fade, it spoke again. And this time, the words felt different. Heavier. “You are not the only variable.”

“I’ve heard the words since childhood. They mean nothing.” She leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper that still carried the weight of centuries. “Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Kael’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Vyr’kyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.” (They mean everything. Denial will doom your world.) I felt the air leave my lungs. “You speak of humans.” “Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr. Thal’vyr nae’sharael nae’vyr.”

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel." "They will call him god. But we know better. We call him ours." — Aria

"Prepare to die!" As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Heavenly Book world instantly fell into an extremely strange state...

Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people. It was for me, anyway. :) Please be sure to keep a look out for the third and final book of this series, "Not All Who Dream Are Sleeping".

’’- People are dying, all lying in the ground, blood is splattered in many directions- but those who are still safe didn’t run for their lives, but instead, they pray and pray- for a savior that isn’t coming down from heavens. ‘’I can hear them… the people, but I am not helping them. I am not the Creator, this creator they’re praying to is already gone.’’ The strange symbol appeared in Zaru’s eyes. ‘’Hear me out people, I am He, the author of the book of DEOS, your prayers reached me, but I can’t help you. I need to rest.’’ -And his voice reached the worshipers’ ears. Niru is confused and asked-

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

Anything to avoid direct eye contact with him. “I have no idea why you keep on coming here,” he said in an unusually calm and collected tone... The calm before the storm. “I... Connie... She Uh...” God! Why can't I stop stammering?! “Connie invited me over to___” “You don't belong here Vance... So stop trying so hard to fit in, ”

“There are some things written there that will help you understand your new self.” “That huge book? Reading it sounds stressful already.” “The book just looks big,” the man smirked and he got up as well, “but the contents only fill the first few pages. The remaining pages are blank.” Zara frowned. At that point, to her, everything about that realm was confusing and unnecessarily extra. As she scoffed, she asked, “Why would anyone make such a page? The writer could have just packaged the first few pages and saved paper.”