Turtle With Glasses Book の小説・ストーリー

Jake felt the book he was still holding in his hands begin to stir and immediately noticed the pentacle on the cover begin to glow. Now what? "Oh, I forgot I had to return this to the...library," he said before quickly overturning the book so that the cover was facing down, preventing Nicole from seeing the glowing star-shaped symbol. "Okay, just don't drop it in your way there!" "I'll try not to!" Not bad for a kid with a third eye, huh! With that, Jake turned and left the cafeteria. The book began to flip its pages madly like it did the first time, once Jake had placed it on top of the table in the library.

Here was my chance. Through the big glass window, I saw Jude's textbook, his head buried into it and a sweater cap over his head. I turned the doorknob and walked in briskly. "Already chugging the entire textbook?" I joked, dropping my own textbook on the reading table. Then I pulled myself a chair toward the table, walking up to turn the air conditioning off. "I'm damn cold already, sorry okay." I apologized teasingly. I noticed a light switch and switched it on to brighten the library up more.

Skin the color of water left too long in a bowl: thin, gray, stretched - Eyes black from lid to lid, glossy and hungry. Three more unpeeled themselves from the shadows behind it: one climbing down a trunk like a spider; one stepping backward out of a tree as if the bark were a curtain; one crouched low, fingers dug into the soil. “Stay,” she whispered to Umbra. He answered with a growl so low it felt like it rattled her ribs. The foremost creature tilted its head. “You called,” it said. “I didn’t,” she said. “Yessss…” another answered from her left, voice wet and amused. “Glasss and blood and windowssss… crying. You ssssang. We heard.”

He don't have any fun to do but observing the chaotic classroom he's in. There are some who notice him but didn't bother to interact and some are really clueless of his existence. For some who notice his presence, they would often freak out due to his clothing styles and attitude. He's always wearing a turtle neck even during summers and a black gloves. He also wear his spectacles. He had a somewhat different eyes from the rest. A yellow pupil and a green iris. Some classmates would try to give a smile but will immediately take it back upon being glared at with his piercing eyes.

Flowers, paints, birds and some cracks created to form a certain pattern. At the far end of the room was the second shelf, this one bigger than the last and just like its size, it houses bigger stained glasses that stole Lily's breath away. Her hand slipped out of Aaron's gaze and her legs carried her towards the pieces before she knew it. She tilted her head as she approached, studying the pieces like she's magically gaining the knowledge on how to make such a wonderful creation. When she stood in front of one of the pieces—a transparent white glass with the painting of a blue bird holding a tulip in its mouth and all around it, were cracks, but not one crack affected the beautiful creature

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”

Darius picked up the parcel without any ounce of fear and tore it open. The first item he brought out was a small glass container containing water. Then he brought out a book, which I recognised. "The book of illusions," I muttered. Then the third item he brought out was also a small, glass container, containing sand in it. "This contains water, more precisely, rain water. As above, so below." He explained, "This book, the book of illusions which has the ability to suck anyone who opens it inside. Don't judge a book by its cover."

Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know? I pulled out a book that read ’trolls and termites’ It was basically a gag book about how werewolves viewed trolls, how they were dirty, nasty, and not very friendly. If you had ever come across one, chances were you wouldn't leave in a good mood. I placed it back on the shelf and continued walking around. I saw a book with a golden tail on the top shelf. I got up on my toes and reached for it but the tips of my fingers only scraped it.

The pages are a yellowish-brown color with perfect handwriting. “So in the books are not these particular wolves, but there are others. All animals but with an upgrade.” He turns the page of one book and there is something that looks like a cat or a tiger but bigger. There’s something scribbled next to the paws I pick up the book to get a closer look. ‘Silver claws’ it says. “This cat has silver claws?” I ask and Kristy takes the book from my hands wanting to take a look herself. “Yes but that’s not all. May I?” the doctor says holding out his hand to Kristy and she hands the book back to him. He flickers through the pages and stops tapping on the book before turning it to us. We see a drawi