Glint Book Novels & Stories

As always, the words glow with an ominous light and shift under my touch, responding to the power in my blood. "Wow," he gasps, watching it happen for the first time. His eyes show no fear or caution, just pure interest, which makes me happy. "It's always surprising every time I see it," I remark. I flip through the familiar pages, reading the words, alternating between the two parts of the book: notes and spells. "What does it say?" he asks, peering over my shoulder. "The first part seems like some folklore about someone called Grendaline, and the second part is some random spells," I explain.

There was a small, hidden slot along the edge of the cover, almost invisible until you knew it was there. She took a deep breath, looked at Kael one more time, and slid the key into place. There was no loud noise, no flash of light. Just a soft, gentle click, and then the whole book seemed to breathe. The leather cover warmed, and when Elara lifted it open, the pages didn’t just show words they began to glow from within, bright but easy to look at, like sunlight through thin paper.

"So, there we are all." Jilin leaned back in her chair and looked over us. He got stuck on me. “And lo and behold, the feminine note under the rough masculinity. A rarity. Grace Shanks, if I'm not mistaken? " I nodded. "Yes I am." “I've heard a lot of good things from you, even got a letter of recommendation from your mentor Noelle Keiper. You should be his best apprentice. " "Yes, I'm pretty good at what I do."

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

A faint light, soft yet commanding. Elowen's heart skipped. Slowly, she crawled toward it. The glow grew sharper, illuminating the mist like a hidden star. She brushed away the damp leaves, her fingers trembling. And then she saw it. A book Black as midnight, yet pulsing with a faint, eerie light. Its surface shimmered like it had been touched by the cosmos themselves. Etched into the cover was an ancient sigil, one she had seen only once before, when her father placed the book into Donato's hands.

I tried to pull away, but just then, Elena stumbled and fell, her forehead kissing the cold marble floor. "Mrs. Santoro, I don't hold it against you. It was my own fault," she said, dazed. I opened my mouth to speak, but Matteo was already by her side, lifting her gently into his large chair. He tenderly brushed the hair from her bruised forehead, his face a mask of fury. In a flash, he grabbed a folder and flung it at me. The sharp edge of the folder cut through the air and my skin, leaving a trail of blood down my face.