Illuminated Rumi Novels & Stories

*Raya's Kingdom*.... Riven’s sanctum is a fortress of half-decay and flickering torchlight. Ancient stone walls are draped in red runic tapestries, cobwebbed corners holding dust and memories. A large oak table dominates the room, littered with rolled scrolls stained brown, vials of thick red blood, green powders, bone fragments, and crystal shards. The air smells of burnt lavender and old parchment. At a central altar, a brass bowl holds dark liquid,the poisoned essence spilling into the realm. It hums faintly, as though alive. Beyond it, a thick velvet curtain separates Riven’s domain from the chambers beyond, where Elira and Kollen stand in dim half-light.

Liora stood barefoot in the rain, her small hands raised to the clouds. The wind howled around her, the rain falling in sheets — yet none of it touched her. A golden shimmer surrounded her like a veil. She began to hum — a slow, steady rhythm. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The storm hesitated. The waves softened. Within minutes, the rain eased into gentle drizzle. When the villagers returned, the sea was calm again. They called it a miracle. Her mother called it terrifying. That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight —

As she finished munching on her dessert, a breathtakingly beautiful smile curled on her lips after painfully long days, the smile which had the intensity of bringing bright and sparkle in dull and hollow shadows. Turns out, he was still her Theo. ***

Two hours later when it was close to midnight, Draco and Jasmine both were abruptly woken up from their unconscious state by splurging mug full of rum on their face, because of wetness and heavy alcohol smell Jasmine opened her eyes, her vision was blurry yet she was able to see that Draco, cage man and herself were lying in between a circle made of pink clay along with some patterns that are generally used to do rituals, entire mansion was lighted with candle, also caged farm animal and fruit and vegetable were placed at end of staircase while red haired man was standing with a piece of bone that was wrapped in yellow spell paper and red treads. “Good that you woke up” he said smiling vicio

Smooth. But not blank. *Inscribed.* Not with runes or text. With images. Pressed into the ash in the finest possible relief. So fine that in ordinary light they would have been invisible. But the chamber was not lit with ordinary light. The walls themselves were lit. From within. A deep, slow luminescence. Like the Scorchmark's veins of red-gold. But gentler here. More amber than red. Old fire. Long-banked. Glowing steady.

FARAH. As I completed the ritual, a swirling sensation enveloped me, and I found myself transported to a realm of otherworldly beauty and grandeur. It was as though I had stepped into a celestial palace, where the very walls radiated an ethereal luminance. The walls were constructed from shimmering moonstone, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathed the surroundings in an ever-present, gentle light. The moonstone was adorned with intricate celestial motifs, depicting stars, moons, and constellations that seemed to come to life, their brilliance twinkling with a captivating luminosity.

The words seemed to glisten faintly in the dim light, the ink alive beneath the surface. My thumb gently trace one of the symbols with the tip of a quill, not touching the parchment directly. The movement stirred the air; the flame wavered. “Lūmen,” I whispered like a sigh — soft, tentative as the word continuously rang in my ear. For a fraction of a second, the candlelight faltered, shifting from gold to the palest blue. The shadows thickened, the air tasting faintly of metal and frost. Then, silence. The flame steadied again, bright and ordinary.

I lost my mind last night, but I know what I saw in his skin. Timiian sweeps his hand over the door, muttering beneath his breath and I grimace, shielding my eyes to the brilliant burst of light that shimmers from the stone. Invisible to everyone else. Door runes are a soft beige colour, sometimes with a wave of faint gold depending on the strength.

She sees an old cupboard, a very old one standing at the right corner of the door. Ramantha walks to the cupboard and opens it. She coughs as all the dust resting on the door and inside attacks her. She takes a few steps back and Emma walks to the cupboard, to see what's inside. "She loved AI." Ramantha speaks. "She served us very well." She says while taking something out of it. A dagger, with the mark of AI. But there's one more thing at the blade. Blackened, dried, dusted and pungent blood stains.

Many people did not believe that Lancelot, who was usually honest and friendly, would do such a thing. Carra's expression remained unchanged. She took a piece of bamboo pipe from Nella's hand, looked at it thoughtfully and said in a calm tone. "Lancelot, you don't have to act like this. Can you recognize this piece of bamboo pipe? This was just found in your room. Yes, there are still some white powder left in it. I have already asked the physician to examine it. The white powder I found on the windowsill of my small courtyard is the same as of this scented incense. How do you explain this?"