Bask In The Glow Novels & Stories

“You two have consummated your relationship, and yet she’s still entering GLOW.” “Speak plainly,” I demand. Hazel flinches and Rudy gives me a scolding stare. “Witches go through something similar to a wolf’s heat,” Hazel explains carefully. “It’s called ‘GLOW’ because as you can see,” she points at Apple whose skin is still pulsing faintly, “During this time we are subject to power surges. It’s our body’s way of trying to attract a mate and well…make a baby.” Time stops. A few heartbeats later I remember how to breathe.

The relic responded on cue. A soft, pearly glow bloomed around the jewelry, haloing the skin above her collarbone. The air around her shivered with a faint resonance hum—the kind that made wolves’ hackles lift, that whispered of bonds and promises. Several guests turned toward her, pulled by instinct. “Do you see?” One Luna sighed. “Such alignment. Even now.” The glow was pretty. Convincing. It's completely artificial. Elowen felt the glass-singing in her bones rise to meet it like a challenge.

Ok class... today, ill be sharing something i wrote with you all. It's a poetry piece. Read carefully. I'll be asking questions later... Oh, my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair.

I was only half an alley away and I ran to the finish line. Suddenly, the colorful neon lights lit up, and the dark road briefly lit up, thanks to the light I discovered that the roadbed was covered with red rose petals, making my bare feet soft. A familiar tall figure appeared, he was slowly walking towards me, holding a large bunch of daisies and eye-catching lapis lazuli. In the dark night, you are like a light illuminating the whole road. The white shirt had two buttons open again, but the inside was covered by a black turtleneck sweater that was warming her neck in the cold weather. The face is blurred when hiding when the neon light shows up, making each corner become so perfect and me

No o e would really ccare or watch what I wore. One of the waitress led us to our booth which was by the corner. There was a wall of glass and had a very breathtaking veiw. I stared outside still over whelmed by the view. It was refreshing with all the beautiful different lights decorating the place. "Breathtaking veiw huh?". He asked and I slightly nodded in return still looking outside. "Are you ready to order", Alex asked me. I think he noticed that I zone out a little bit.

Rosalie glanced maliciously at me, pointed at my bracelet and cursed, "Selina, how did you sneak in? You came here to cause trouble, right? How... How dare you wear this bracelet?!" Her voice was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention instantly. "Is this woman's bracelet the Eternal Sincerity that Mr. Grey spent a fortune on to win for his wife? Today is the first time that Mr. Grey will appear with his wife. Is she trying to embarrass Mrs. Grey?"

Timone follows us out, quiet but alert, like he’s afraid if he blinks I’ll vanish into myself completely. The bar is private. Discreet. Shielded from the world that ripped me open. No phones. No press. No whispers. The kind of place people like us hide when we’re bleeding but can’t afford to show it. The lighting is low enough that no one has to see anyone too clearly. I appreciate that more than I want to admit. Festus orders without asking. Whiskey. Then another. Then something darker, heavier. Timone drinks slower, eyes never leaving me, like I’m a cracked glass he’s waiting to hear shatter.

I blot my tears, whirling in despair as I search in vain for the door, for the way back to him. But a soft glow radiates all around me, turning the glassy gems beneath my feet to shining stars that look like they were just plucked from the heavens. Light fills my eyes as I bring my hands to my face, stifling a gasp. My hands glow like–like gold. Like the stars flickering overhead. My fingertips are laced with what I can only describe as magic that weaves between my fingers and down my wrists, pulsating under my skin in time with my thundering heart beat.

Satisfied with my outfit, I applied gel to my hair and brushed it backwards. My black hair looked smooth and shined under the morning sun. I picked a sunglass and set out to work I stopped by at a restaurant across my house and people could not stop staring at me. I knew I was handsome but I don't like this attention. Don't get me wrong, I'm used to people's attention but today's own seemed extraordinary. As I walked by people to go seat in a corner, I heard their comments 👥️️ Oh My God!!! Who's this handsome hunk??

I stopped, pulling back quickly. “What’s your name?” I asked, trying to distract myself from whatever I was feeling. “Glow,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “Glow?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” she said with a shy laugh. “I bring light and happiness to people’s lives.” For the first time in hours, I laughed, genuinely amused. “Well, Glow, maybe I should keep you around. I could use some light and happiness right now.” She tilted her head, her expression serious. “How much are you willing to pay for it?”