Agar Hati Bersih Dan Bercahaya Novels & Stories

"O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion. O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O director of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O mover of hearts, keep my heart in a state of obedience to you. O you transformer of hearts and spiritual states make our states the loveliest of states. O Allah, O controller of the hearts and eyes, let my heart hold fast onto your religion. O Allah, O causer of causes, O opener of doors, O transformer of hearts and eyes, a guide of the stupefied ones, a refresher of complaints, o living , o Eternal, O majestic and venerable forgive my sins and my transgressions. O creator of creatures, the good the bad and the u

Ruby's eyes snapped opened, both of them shining bright purple, like a ray of sunshine, but it wasn't a warmth I would welcome. I couldn't tear my eyes from her face, the glow to her skin, the ethereal shine from her soul, the transcendence of her spirit bursting at the seams and began ravishing everything around us. "Is she burning the world or..." Gabe could barely speak, as taken by her supernatural beauty as I was. "Maybe... no, she is, burning the darkness." I smiled over her, fingers brushing her hair off her sweaty face, completely oblivious to the world on fire around us. Her light was purifying all that was wrong, all that was foreign, all that didn't belong.

Agatha wanted me to cleanse my mind and soul from any worries and let the coven take over my senses. My breathing hitched, ready to bolt out of here to reveal myself if he chanted those words back, only for me to remember it was Alastor there. Whatever he would repeat would not happen to me, as our bodies were not linked. But he didn’t even utter a single word. The whips kept coming everywhere in my body except my head. “Iterum!” Agatha said. "Obscurae spiritus, audi orationem meam. Emitte mentem meam, purga animam, et solve sollicitudinem meam. Sit super corpus meum.”

It echoes inside me. Images flicker behind my eyes. Flashes of a lone figure standing beneath a split sky with sunlight and moonlight pouring down at once. Wolves kneeling in a circle around her. A burst of gold and silver fire blooms from her hands, burning away anything corrupt, erasing anything negative, purifying them, healing them not just of physical wounds, but emotional ones too, lighting the wolves from the inside, until they’re brand new.

She leaned down slightly, her fingers brushing those fallen strands back, smoothing them gently away from his eyes. “You are still beautiful,” she said, eyes glistening with emotion. “Even with these eyes.” A tender smile tugged at his lips. “Your eyes find me beautiful,” he said. “If you did not… there would be nothing in me but darkness.” He cupped her waist a little more firmly now, not pulling but anchoring himself there. “I need your light, Inayat. Always. I want to bask in it. Dwell in it. You are the lamp of my soul, and your God — He made you perfectly.”