Glowing Figure Novels & Stories

“I would like to have a love like that. You’re lucky.” Oren nodded and turned back to the path, “Lucky isn’t the word I would use. Which is worse, to have loved and lost or to never have loved?” “Seems to me you haven’t lost quite yet.” Loril said. Oren left her to her bath and walked back to the clearing. He paused and looked around as if someone might see him before he removed his gold pocket watch. Her pressed the clasp on the top and the watch face popped open. He raised his right hand and waved it over his head at the top of the node cavern. The crystals contained somewhere up above dimmed and the smaller quartz spread liberally across the ceiling began to sparkle instead, imitating the

With each step, a ripple of rainbows spread around me. “Where are we?” I asked Oren, my voice echoing as if I had spoken out loud. A figure came toward me, wrapped in a blue flame. It took a moment for me to realize that the glowing figure was a wolf. Not just any wolf but Oren. “I believe you are in our head.” Her voice was echoing too. She wasn’t submerged in the water like I was; instead, she walked on top of it. Her silver fur was glowing with the light of the blue flames. Her green eyes were bright as she looked around. Each of her steps ripples white light beneath her.

Having the silence lingering around, he got closer to her allowing the gleam of the moon to illuminate his face. A pale, old figure with a square-shaped face came into view. The tallness in him was of a giant, ornated by the muscles on his figure. A pair of red eyes gazed slyly at the shrinking figure of Mauve with half-closed eyes— those in flames.

"This one is actually being polite." "Yes, on behalf of His Great and Royal Majesty the Most Illustrious Leader Frolthac of the Colony of Nature's Glory, I command you to leave." The two women sat there staring at the floating ball of light. "He did all that in one breath," Shamira muttered. "He's tiny," Renata replied. "Where did he get all the air from?" "I ORDER you to vacate at once!" The glowing figure flitted closer, and it turned out to be a male. Actually, it was quite a handsome male, with long white hair and almost effeminate features.

Sacred power saturated the air so heavily that my wolf immediately lowered his head beneath the pressure. “What the hell is that?” Drew muttered beside me after shifting back into human form halfway, his silver eyes narrowed toward the glowing crater. The warriors behind us shifted restlessly, fear spread through the bond of the pack like wildfire. I slowly returned to human form, breathing hard while staring at the center of the light. My instincts screamed at me to kneel. But not from fear rather from recognition. The silver glow slowly dimmed enough for a figure to emerge from within it. A woman.

“We’re approaching a natural clearing ahead. Likely a place they’ve used before. Be ready.” I exhaled slowly, feeling the shard pulse warmly in my palm, like a heartbeat urging me forward. We stepped cautiously into the clearing, the mist swirling at the edges as if hesitant to enter. The light was dim, filtered through a canopy of gnarled branches, casting jagged shadows across the mossy floor. A figure stepped out of the mist—a humanoid shape, taller than any of us, eyes glowing crimson, but not hostile. It raised its hands slowly, showing no weapon. Its voice was smooth, melodic, and strangely persuasive.

Then the light split apart and a deafening crack rolled through the empty space. Thousands of strands of golden lightning spread across the sky like cracks in glass. They twisted together, weaving themselves into impossible shapes until they slowly formed the outline of something enormous. Eliana's heartbeat stopped. The figure stood far above the ground, yet somehow it filled the entire horizon. It had no face, only a body made entirely of living light. Its robe flowed like liquid sunlight, stretching endlessly behind it. Its hands were folded calmly before it, and around its head floated seven burning rings, each turning silently in opposite directions.

This time, she saw it. A figure stepped forward from the darkness between the trees, though “stepped” felt like the wrong word. It was more like the shadows themselves shaped into something solid, something with form and presence. Tall. Unnaturally so. Its features were almost human—but not quite. Its eyes glowed faintly, an eerie pale light that didn’t reflect but seemed to absorb everything around it. And when it smiled— It was all wrong. “You came back,” the figure said, its voice now singular, focused.

My thoughts felt sharper, clearer, as though someone had wiped a smear off the inside of my skull. A figure emerged from the glow. Not the faceless one from the platform. This one was smaller. More defined. Its outline surged between human and not-human so rapidly it made my eyes ache. And then its shape settled. Into mine. It was me, a perfect reflection standing inches away, watching me with eyes that glowed like molten glass. My breath hitched “What… what are you?” My reflection tilted its head, mirroring the faceless figure’s gesture with unsettling precision.

What good were words? I ran harder, coughing, but suddenly my ankle twisted. I fell—and this time it felt like I was swallowed deeper into something unseen. I floated in a pit, unable to move a muscle. Then I saw it, a glint of light, shimmering, reflecting in my eyes. What is that? I thought. From the glowing light, a female figure swam toward me—her form half-fish, half-woman. As she came closer, my eyes widened. She looked like me. Exactly like me.