Illuminated Rumi Novels & Stories

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

“See what is written for you.” Cautiously, we stepped closer, drawn to the cauldron as if something unseen tugged at us. Steam curled upward, twisting like smoke caught in a storm, and the Oracle waved her hands again. The surface of the bubbling liquid shimmered, then rippled, and an image emerged. An orange sky burned overhead, a crimson moon hanging low, casting everything in a sickly glow. Flames licked the edges of the horizon, consuming everything in sight. In the heart of the inferno, two figures faced each other—one cloaked in darkness, the other bathed in a radiant light. When they collided, the cauldron trembled, and smoke billowed, the shapes dissolving into nothingness, leaving a

Others were too terrified to ever leave and suffered with the guilt of the hundreds of murders they had been a part of. Ri Il yells, "AHHHHH, it is time...who will rise with me and follow me through this life?" A widespread hum silenced the night insects and birds in the forest. Pulling the sealed top from the bottle, Ri Il took a sniff. A red essence hovered between his nose and the opened top. His mouth crept into a conveluted smirk. He placed the bottle to his mouth and swallowed the contents in a single gulp. Tossing the bottle aside, the humming grew into a deafening creshendo. Clouds manuevred across the shimmering moon, as if hiding itself from the travesty that was occuring on the ha

I said. “Mm,” she said, noncommittal on the surface, promise underneath. Then, lighter: “Besides, who else is going to bully your rugs?” “Lumi,” I said. “As if she needs encouragement.” Right on cue, Lumi materialized from nowhere, apple two. “I found four more tiles. Also I stole Serina’s fan.” Riley blinked. “Why?” “So she can’t whisper behind it,” Lumi said, like it was obvious. She flicked the fan open: inside, along the slats, tiny ink sigils—neat noon runes, meant to soothe, to nudge, to make a ‘yes’ taste like virtue.

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

"Under the fool moon!" In her mind, she could see an image of her holding a book under the full moon. There was Zoren standing beside her, looking up at the ball of light. Her eyes twitched as she realized that the moonlight followed her hands when she moved to open the book and turn the pages. "I need the full moon," she murmured. "I could see it!" "Miss?" "Madam, I think she's not sober." "Miss, hello?" Madam Nilla shook her, and suddenly she was back.

She could not help but tear up when she managed to understand what the letters meant. Pressing her hands on the entrance the side of the doors immediately lighted up, before creaking as it slowly opened. She was greeted by a round room with a dome-shaped ceiling that had a large pearl attached to the middle of it, below was a white crystal that had six sides and pointed ends, floating as it rotated, it radiated a brilliant white light that gave light to the whole room. On the ground was a sigil that had a golden glow with several runic symbols on it.

His destination was clear as he made his way to the bar cabinet, conveniently situated right beside the sitting room. In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the pungent aroma of rum. Sebastian, a man of means and indulgence, reached for a bottle of the amber liquid, its contents sloshing gently as he poured it into a crystal glass. The liquid cascaded, forming a golden pool that seemed to beckon him closer.