Book Light Of Asia Novels & Stories

"Come here now." Did anything touch this man at all? I couldn't care less. Annoyed, I pounded the backpack in front of his chest and hoped that at least a bit of it had gone away, but he simply put it on the floor at his feet and pulled two flashlights from his side pockets. A large one that you could use to break in the skull of a prole in an emergency and a small one that would only have been more girlish if it were pink instead of black. Still, I took it. Little light was better than no light at all.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The moon guided her path down the corridor, until she stepped out into the open courtyard where the pool shimmered like liquid glass. She sat at the edge, letting her legs slip into the cool water. The touch of it sent a shiver up her spine. Her short white kimono robe fluttered softly in the night breeze, glowing faintly beneath the silver moonlight, an ethereal goddess unaware of the storm about to unfold. Alessia looked down at the book resting on her lap. Something deep inside whispered not to open it. But curiosity… it was a dangerous, hungry thing. She brushed the dust off the cover and flipped to the first page. Cobwebs clung to the paper, delicate and ancient. A spider crawled lazily

"She deserves better than this." What Peter doesn't know, what none of them realise, is that the Goddess has plans of her own. As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, marking the approach of the ceremony, ancient magic stirs within the pack lands. The Claiming Stones in the ceremonial circle pulse with energy, preparing for a revelation that will shatter carefully laid plans and force long-buried truths into the unforgiving light.

Bioluminescent moss climbed the towers, glowing with a soft, pulsing light that replaced the harsh neon of the past. Aradaa stood on the balcony of their stone house, the leather-bound book heavy in his hands. He watched the light of the city reflect in the falling snow. The world was quiet, but it was a "Living Silence." You could hear the breath of the people in the streets, the movement of the water in the canals. He closed the Book of the Two Kings, the ink finally dry. Kaelor stepped out behind him, his arm sliding around Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back against the solid warmth of his chest. He rested his chin on Aradaa’s shoulder, the two of them watching the world settle into the col

He places the stack on another empty table. "Here you go, Miss Anna. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here," he points to a red book with gold lettering. "It's about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here," he points to another book with a green cover. "This one is about the old kings and the once-powerful Luna of Mooncrest, and then the rest is up to you." Powerful Luna? I give Zahir a sincere, enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

A bay window overlooked the private garden, now lit with soft evening lights. "This is beautiful," Claire said, running her fingers along the spines of well-loved books. "This was my favorite room growing up. When things got intense - family expectations, business pressure, all of it - I'd hide in here." He moved to stand beside her. "I wanted you to see it. This place, this version of my life. Not the CEO or the penthouse or the galas. Just... me." Claire turned to look at him, really look at him. In the soft lamplight, away from cameras and crowds, he looked younger and more vulnerable. "Thank you for bringing me here. For letting me see this."