Turning Page Novels & Stories

If you aren’t my owner, you will be cursed if you turn over this page. My fingers froze inches away from the page. I was about to turn over, but stopped. What type of curse will it be? “Will you turn over the page?” Laila asked. I gulped and shook my head. “I guess I won’t. I don’t have time to deal with curses right now. Not until I find the Nyx scythe. Maybe I will turn over this page after that, or maybe I won’t even after that.” I closed the diary and was about to keep it back in the drawer when something fell from it.

NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE. Logan’s brows furrowed and he flipped the next page. More entries and detailed experiences coated the paper and more popped up as she had flipped through the pages. Terra scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she reached the final page. Covering the next page, a pocket slid up and down the design to keep anyone from seeing it all in one glance. Terra was using this pattern to put people in a coma.

I didn't know what she's up to but I believe she's absolutely a weird one. Well, before I turned the page, I made sure she finished reading her part. I was the one whos's turning the pages of each book, and her job was to read the right page and mine was the left one because you know that already, she couldn't touch things. "Are you done?" I asked after I'm done reading my part, she said yes and I'm about to turn the page when she stretched her arm and I paused. "What?" I asked and she pointed something on the book, and my eyes went wide.

“For you.” I could hardly believe it. Flipping through the composition book, I could make out pages upon pages filled with neat handwriting, what looked like ten chapters worth of reading, and even… a couple of smutty scenes. My cheeks warmed as I flipped to a random page and read something about the dragon turning into a man, and…

After a while, Wanda clutched her stomach as intense pain coursed through her. She spat out a mouthful of blood. She belatedly realized what had happened and swept the glass of milk off the table, making it shatter on the floor. Then, she slapped Lila. "What did you put in the milk? When did you learn the truth?" Lila's expression darkened when she heard her words. She snarled, "I put whatever you put in my soup but at a hundred times the dosage."

I felt so stupid as I suddenly realized I was Stan to Gerald, even though I didn't happily skip away with the book. “Um… okay,” I murmured as I pinched the cover with my sweaty fingers and flipped. I winced and closed my eyes, expecting some kind of magical light or explosion–but seconds after, nothing of that sort happened. I opened my eyes slowly, a small frown descending on my features as I looked down at the pages before me. They were… empty. “What in the actual fu–” Before I could finish my words, a beam of light shot up to my face, blinding me and sending me sprawling backwards. The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me.

The ancient book flipped violently on its own, pages turning like a storm until it stopped—on a blank page. Blood seeped from the center. One word appeared: Run.

I closed the book and the feeling of the page itself went away. “Interesting. So the page has to be opened while I hold the book. But I don’t need to touch the page again.” Now there was one final test for me. The test I had been avoiding since. An understanding of the page was in my mind so I already knew what I could do with it. I held the book in my left hand, with the page open. Then I opened my right hand in front of me. It was very easy to do. Suddenly, a new light filled the room. Above my open palm, a new fire burned.

The book's title is 'Herbals of the Northern Ridge', and as I stare at the front cover, I wonder if it would have what I'm looking for. Opening the book, I begin flipping the pages but after a while of searching and not finding anything, I suddenly remember that it would be easier if I would go through the index page. So I close the pages I'd opened and go to look at the index page, runningy gaze over the words showing the chapter titles and content line by line. Then finally my eyes land on a chapter title which reads 'COUNTER POISEN'. Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284.

For weeks I had been yearning to unlock its secrets, to delve deep into its pages and uncover the truths that lay hidden within. Now, with the pages flickering in the wind and the scent of ancient parchment filling the air, I felt a sudden surge of excitement as I began to read. But as I turned to the next page, something caught my eye: page 111, where thin lines of ink had been scrawled horizontally across the paper. What could it mean? I leaned closer, my eyes straining to make sense of the tiny text.