Novelas y relatos de Bask In The Glow

Ivor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thin strip of parchment, covered in strange runes. He struck a match, letting the paper burn until it curled to ash. Then he scooped the ashes into a cup of water and stirred. "Drink this," he said, his voice low but steady. "It's a cleansing potion. No spell, curse, or hex will cling to you once it's in your blood." The moment it slid down my throat, the necklace around my neck loosened with a sharp snap. I gasped and pulled it off easily.

This showed that these were not regular attacks, but attacks fueled by a Glow! "Glow: Explosion. It disorients the target for five seconds. Not long enough, but not short either." Frederick mumbled as two golden earplugs fell out of his ears and returned to his armor. The same happened to Selina, showing that she had been protected by her boyfriend. This was because Frederick's strange Glow was no respecter of persons. It affected friend and foe alike, for it was an all area attack. Even it's user was at risk of being affected if his ears weren't protected as well!

As he claimed her lips, the air around them seemed to electrify, and a soft pulsing glow emanated from Emberlynn's palm, still pressed against his chest. The light intensity grew, illuminating the space between them with an ethereal radiance. It was as if the very essence of their connection had taken on a life of its own, manifesting as a shimmering, white-gold glow that pulsed with otherworldly energy. "Damien," Emberlynn whispered. The kiss deepened, and the light enveloped them, casting an eerie yet beautiful glow on the surrounding walls. The glow swirled and danced, taking on a life as if it were a tangible representation of their devotion to each other.

His voice trembled slightly. "What exactly have you been waiting for?" Before I could respond, a strong arm slid possessively around my waist. My boyfriend, Aiden Bryson, wore a handsome smile tinged with mock grievance, his tone thick with jealousy. "Babe, you just thanked so many people, but somehow, my name wasn't on that list. Do you know how hard I worked for your exhibition? I've been running around nonstop for you." His exaggerated complaint made me laugh. I gave him a playful push and tilted my head up to coax him. "Next time, I promise you'll be the very first person I thank, my hero."

--Cassie-- Looking at myself in the mirror, I could hardly recognize the person staring back. My reflection shimmered with elegance, and for a moment, I found myself mesmerized. The soft glow of the morning light poured in through the window, casting a gentle, golden hue over everything, as if even the world outside was celebrating this day. The delicate lace and diamonds of my gown sparkled as I moved, and I couldn’t deny that I looked beautiful, like a vision straight out of a dream. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering in my heart.

And then the world went white. It started at her chest. A glow, soft as moonlight filtering through shallow water. It spread down her arms, up her neck, into her hair until each strand shimmered like spun pearl. The glow wasn’t gentle. It was beautiful, yes — beautiful in the way the moon is beautiful when it hangs low and full, too bright to look at without hurting your eyes. Beatrice lifted her face and the light poured out of her. It turned the sand to silver. It turned blood to something like coral. She looked as though she stood in the moon itself. Too beautiful to witness. Too powerful to bear.

The ballroom shimmered like a jewel box. Chandeliers spilled soft gold light onto walls lined with neon words — “Glow Up” in cursive, “Skin First” in block letters, all glowing like fireflies against white drapes. Music came from hidden speakers, the bass louder than a heartbeat. Cassie stepped inside, and the air hit her first: a cocktail of rosewater mist, vanilla candles, and the faint tang of champagne. Laughter rippled across the room, light and airy, mingling with the quick snaps of phone cameras.

Under the lights, it gleamed with dazzling brilliance. Anathea froze in place.

ANNALISE In an instant, a mesmerizing light floods the area, captivating my senses. It shimmers with neon rainbow hues, casting a spellbinding glow that engulfs the space. The once-present ceiling has vanished, merging the radiance of the full moon with the vibrant colors. Struggling to shield my eyes from the blinding brilliance, I blink several times. My gaze shifts to my three motionless companions, frozen in time.

“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.