Bask In The Glow Novels & Stories

It was brighter and warmer, like something waking up. I reached for the ceramic jar hidden behind my perfume bottles. Moonshade. The paste was thick and gray, smelling of bitter herbs and ash. Stay small, stay silent, stay alive. I scooped out more than usual. The mark was glowing brighter these days. I spread the paste over my chest and winced at the sting. The glow dimmed beneath the gray coating until it was almost invisible. I stared at the faint shimmer still visible if you knew where to look. I would need to be careful today.

I stared in the mirror my one dull eyes were bright with mischief and my sling held the. Honey glow as they call it glowing cheeks after a mind blowing kiss. I bite my bottom lips I had to get away from what ever this was becoming. I gathered all my abandoned clothing from yesterday and tried to sneak out. After the most embarrassing wake up call in my life . This semi walk of shame was nothing.I reached the door knob I heard “ Ella where do you think your going like that.?” I turned to see Clayton admiring the view “ pervert” I snapped as he stared at my bare legs from the door way.

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”

“Brilliant.” After washing myself fully including my hair I feel ready to face the world. Or at least the detective. I dry my hair and leave it down and it falls in soft waves over my shoulders, donning my favourite comfort pyjamas I head downstairs. Connor is sat in grey joggers and a tshirt looking all sexy and casual. I walk over and sit next to him on the sofa. He has Empire Strikes Back up and ready to go and I can smell he has started dinner.

Relaxing back into slumber. Rest now. Bast waved a hand over the room and gold flakes covered the window and the door. Silencing this room to the chaos outside. Protecting her chamber from evil coming in here. And Bast knew. The same as he knew of the little girl Acharius’ looked after. Like her, this lovely child generated a white glow that was nearly blinding to Bast’s eyes. A light only I see… This was what Tev wished to protect. His eyes assessed the small frame burrowed under the coverlet, breathing steadily.

As we step deeper into the forest, a glow emerges ahead of us, and I wonder what could it be. Then, I see a hidden meadow, glowing with thousands of floating lanterns. Fireflies dance in the air, their golden lights flickering like tiny stars. The grass shimmers, petals scattered across the ground. And standing in the middle of it all is Bran. My breath catches. He's dressed in ceremonial Alpha robes, the black and silver fabric making his eyes seem even brighter. His hair is tousled like he's been running his hands through it. And around him, watching in perfect silence, are the most important people in my life.

I add. “What does this glow look like?” Rye asked. “Devon and Nate glow a bright iridescent silvery colour. Kaleb glows a bright darker blue colour and Reece glows a bright darker green colour. I also notice a darker blue halo around Kyalni and a darker green halo around Mykenzie. The halo seems to follow them. Nymyra also has a bright silver glow to her.” I answer. No one says anything, and I have a feeling they think I am crazy. I see Rye look at Chris, and I can tell they are communicating without words. None of the three women seemed to be phased by this. It’s like they already know.

"That woman on the packet cover doesn't hold a candle to your natural beauty, your vibrant presence." A warm flush spread across Gloria's cheeks, a delightful blush that made her even more alluring. She felt a surge of confidence wash over her, a wave of pure happiness that settled deep within her. "Take a close look at her," she insisted, her voice now imbued with a mischievous undertone, "you might recognise her."

She takes a shaky breath, and it echoes through every one of us. “Callen…” Paige whispers without looking at me. “I don’t know what…” “You’re glowing again,” I say, because stating the obvious is all I’ve got left. It’s not subtle this time; not the usual faint shimmer I was getting used to. This is full-blown moonlit-sunrise glow pouring off her skin like she swallowed a star. Parker’s hand tightens around her hips. “Paige, breathe.” She does, but the glow doesn’t dim. It expands, curling around her like warm light, brushing against my skin, my lungs, my bones.

Pulling his hand back, his sight went blurry. But in the blurriness, he suddenly noticed a soft glow. Katherine, her face, neck and all of the air around her, was glowing with a faint white glitter. It was nearly unseeable, like the moon was shining on them softly, only that the canopy of leaves was too dense for the light to fall through.