Books Like The Shining Novels & Stories

It's time. I pushed myself up. Rest had done its part. Not enough to dull the edge— just enough to sharpen it. I moved back through the rows of books, shadows stretching with the fading light. The guards changed shifts. The librarians too. Readers drifted out, scrolls in hand. Reports exchanged. Nods. Quiet conversation. As always. I slipped through it all, hidden in the long shadows cast across the halls. Straight to the barracks. I stopped in the shadow of the building, just behind Maximus.

Miguel, on the other hand, looked for it on the Internet, in various online stores and auctions. Unfortunately, it turned out that this book had only a few copies and was therefore extremely difficult to find. Most shops either did not know about its existence or never had this book in their collections and only heard legends about it. It could mean two things - either this book simply did not exist, or it was so dangerous that only the initiated had it in their book collections. Maria rejected the first option because she trusted her dreams and gut feelings now even more than before. Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get

"Are you trying to change something about yourself?" He was quiet for a moment. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just trying to figure out who I actually am underneath all the expectations." "That's heavy for a Monday afternoon," I said without thinking. He laughed. "Yeah, sorry. I told you I'm too direct. Let's talk about something lighter. Have you started any new books?" "I'm reading The Shining now. Wanted to stay on the Stephen King train." "The Shining is terrifying," he said. "I read it in high school and couldn't sleep for a week."

The room was dark except for a strange, shimmering light coming from the far end. My feet carried me toward it, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. When I reached the source of the light, my breath caught in my throat. An old, weathered book sat on a pedestal, its pages glowing with an ethereal light. The symbols on the cover were unlike anything I had ever seen—ancient, magical, and somehow… familiar. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to jump out and stop me. But there was no one. Only the persistent call of the voice urging me to look deeper. I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched the glowing book.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

I let my emotions take over and a lightening bolt came out of my hand and they all needed to run out of the way when I did that. "Shut the fuck up or I'll trust you to dust." I warned them. And I heard Tyler chuckling in the background. I went back to concentrating on the book and it was using a lot of energy and I was starting to get a headache. But I finally got the book off the ground and I managed to lift it up to my head height while I was sitting on the ground before I gently placed it back down. "That was a lot harder than I thought." I say.

"So you can try, see if I dare to do it or not?" Mrs. Jennifer resisted Bertha's cold, cruel eyes, she was completely speechless. — In the book room. Shane is on the top floor of the bookshelf, he is looking for books to help Mr. Tabitha. "Is it this book? Or is it that book?" Mr. Tabitha wore farsighted glasses, her eyes staring at the bookshelf: "The book is in the middle." Shane took it down, he gave it to him with both hands.

After taking her packages back to her car, she decided to visit the nearby library until it was closer to dinner time. The serene ambiance, mixed with the energy of the authors who put their imagination and thoughts into a format that the world could enjoy had a calming, yet invigorating effect on her. She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead.

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!”

But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”