Glowing Figure Novels & Stories

Soft light filled the space, glowing from no visible source. The air shimmered faintly, like it was alive. Tall trees surrounded us, their leaves glowing with a pale silver hue. The ground was covered in something that looked like mist, swirling gently around my feet. “What is this place…?” I whispered. The woman didn’t answer she just kept walking. So I followed and then I saw some figures moving through the light. At first, I thought they were people. But they weren’t not exactly. They were… something else. They were white figures and were glowing and they looked almos transparent.

There, in the shadows behind me, was a figure—silent, still, but its eyes burned like twin coals, glowing red and bright enough to sear my soul. My throat tightened. I blinked, hoping it was some trick of the light, but no. It was real. The figure’s mouth opened slowly, wide, revealing rows of sharp, gleaming fangs that seemed to drip with darkness itself. My stomach churned as the thing lunged toward me, its gaze locked with mine.

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.

Elara perched atop the cliffs overlooking the valley, silver eyes scanning the forest below. Her wolf stirred. Danger was near — something she could not yet see, but felt. A figure emerged from the shadows — tall, cloaked, eyes glowing amber. Not one of her pack. Not one she had ever encountered. “You’ve grown strong,” the figure said, voice silky and cold. “Stronger than I anticipated.” Elara’s wolf snarled. “Show yourself!” The figure laughed. “Why would I? Power is subtle. Fear is stronger than teeth.” Elara stepped forward, claws extending. “I am not afraid of shadows.”

The visions made me stumble, my reality splintering. A flash of movement ahead. A cloaked figure, its glowing blade raised. I didn't think. A desperate, terrified scream tore from my throat, and a brilliant, searing torrent of golden light erupted from me. It wasn't a focused beam, more like a desperate, uncontrolled explosion of pure energy that felt like a part of my soul. The figure screamed, thrown backward against the wall, its form momentarily illuminated by the furious glow before it crumbled to the floor, unmoving.

Heat rushed beneath my skin. My vision blurred. The room tilted. And suddenly— The figure wasn’t across the room anymore. It was directly in front of me. Close enough to touch. Close enough to see. Its face remained hidden beneath shadow. But its eyes— Its eyes glowed faintly. Silver. Familiar. My breath caught. Because I knew those eyes. I didn’t know how. But I knew them. The figure leaned closer. And for the first time— It spoke. Not aloud. Inside me.

Dante made a sullen face. "Wow!" Glory exclaimed when she saw something up ahead. He looked very surprised. His finger pointed forward. Spontaneously, Prince Xander, Dante and George looked in the direction Glory was pointing at. Everyone was surprised to see a very large and very beautiful wolf statue. The statue glows. "Oh, this is so amazing," Glory said excitedly.

Infront of this figure in grand robe is shockingly in the brink of collapse golden flame! This figure in bloody-grand robe said, “Now, our chance to live this place is unimaginable!” He laugh softly, yet a thunder clapped thrice in the sky, causing the heart of the figure in a bloody suit to skip a beat. Then they roared, pierce through the sky, shook the bloody moon to ultimately weakened... This roared so powerful than the ancestor's restraint of the golden glow, thus the golden glow progress in a much tremendous way, halfway completely turn the bloody moon into a golden moon!

The glow around her wrists intensified, spreading up her arms in arcs of brilliant light. From the shadows, multiple figures began to emerge, their forms grotesque and shifting, flickering between humanoid and something far more sinister. Their eyes burned with hunger, reflecting the dying light of the twilight sky. One figure, larger than the rest, stepped forward, its aura almost tangible, pressing against the edges of Eva’s consciousness.