A Nascent Kaleidoscope. Novels & Stories

The walls are filled with white tiles, which some are even broken and darkened because of old age and lack of renovation. In front of him are a sink and a large fragment of a mirror that was taped on the wall above it. The size of the mirror was enough for him to see his whole face. He stared at his reflection. He can see the unfamiliar, yet the familiar face of a young man in his early twenties. The skin was lightly tanned, the eyes were as dark as an abyss, and the hair was pink. Suddenly, he pulls the hair to remove it.

We can see the whole parlor from here, but none can see us. I took a spoonful of my ice-cream and kept staring outside the window. The parlor has a nice view of the sky-scrapers, but it is located in a secluded area which gives the kids and students time away from the bustling of the city. And it gave them a chance to attack on us and kill my mom. "Stay safe and happy my little angle. Take care of everyone. Your dad, your brother and the boys too. You are our angel. I love you Iris" she said kissing my forehead.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

Elyra The morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in soft streaks of gold. I stretched my arms over my head, the gentle swell of my belly pressing into the mattress beneath me. Kale stirred beside me, his warmth radiating even through the thin cotton of our sheets. For a fleeting moment, I let myself savor the serenity of it, the peace that had eluded us for so long. The chaos, the threats, the endless schemes, they all felt distant here, confined to the corridors beyond our little sanctuary.

The shared vision of the cradle hung in the air of the Astropheles, a silent, radiant promise that changed everything and nothing at all. Our work at the First Library continued, but it was now tinged with a new, profound anticipation. We were no longer just maintaining the endless conversation; we were preparing the nursery for a new kind of speaker.

Mireya turned, horror flashing in her eyes. “Tell me that’s not—” “It’s her,” Kaelen said quietly, rising to his feet. “And she’s not finished.” The light underfoot blazed, swallowing the clearing in white. The light swallowed everything. Kaelen’s first thought was that he’d gone blind. There was no sound, no shape—only brilliance so pure it devoured the edges of the world. His pulse echoed inside the silence, steady, defiant. When the light thinned, he saw outlines forming—a valley made of glass and ash, and above it, a fractured moon bleeding silver rain.

The Shape of What Watches The flicker did not brighten. It did not fade. It simply… remained. A pinprick in the endless black above Moonscar. Not silver. Not gold. Not even light, exactly. More like the memory of light — a distortion where something had pressed too close to the fabric of the sky. Nyxara saw it first. Her breath caught mid-inhale. “Don’t,” she whispered. Kaelion followed her gaze. His body went rigid.

Cold. That’s what the rogue's eyes had left me feeling—cold and stripped bare. Ever since he'd opened them, I couldn’t shake the unnatural clarity in those blank, colorless irises. There was no shade, no light, only an endless gray like mist over a barren field. It was terrifying and…utterly enthralling. Each time his gaze shifted, I caught hints of some deeper struggle within him, flashes of purple that came and went, like tiny fissures on the surface of calm water. I told myself it was only his inner turmoil spilling through, but even now, his image haunted me, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

“Now what?” Out of nowhere, a crack tore through the ground, a gaping, jagged wound that skimmed across the terrain. And from the depth of this wound, a ghostly glow began to emerge, one that, if one looked at it closely enough, might not be called light, nor darkness, but rather an unnerving fusion of both. “Look!” Kade exclaimed, while pointing to the horizon.

But Keegan was not going to be cheerful with him. He came out from beneath the seats, taking note for the to begin with time somebody standing by the entryways. The locate ceased him brief. It was a small female with chin-length, choppy blonde locks and mischievous bends that gave a false representation of the blamelessness in her sweet confront. Her eyes, when she looked back at the field, were irate and full of tears. But what made him delay were the colors. All of the colors of the rainbow shone from those eyes. They twirled in and out like a kaleidoscope, a child’s toy he utilized to have. The swarm thundered and she secured her confront, breaking the spell. Scenting the discuss around t