Illuminated Rumi Novels & Stories

As Rita meandered along a sunlit path, she noticed a captivating shimmer in the distance. Drawn to the ethereal light, Rita followed its gentle glow until she arrived at a secluded clearing. And there, bathed in a luminous aura, stood a celestial figure named Lumina. Radiating an otherworldly beauty, Lumina exuded a warmth and serenity that enveloped Rita's weary heart. "Lumina," Rita whispered, her voice filled with awe. "Who are you?"

The memories of my mother's voice, her warm embrace, and the comfort of her presence washed over me: Oh Lord, Help Rima Sleep Oh Lord, May she become sleepy Oh Lord, May she grow loving to pray and to fast Oh Lord, let her grow healthier everyday May she go to sleep, may she go to sleep, and I will cook a delicious pigeon for her Go pigeon bird, don't believe what I am saying, I just say it so that Rima will sleep Rima, Rima, beautiful clever girl, you have shining blonde hair The one who loves you shall kiss you, and the one who hates you shall protect himself Oh merchant of grapes and of jujube, tell my mother and my father The gypsies have kidnapped me from below the tent of Majdaliyyeh I

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

I gulped hard. He raised his staff at me. “You’ll just feel a little sting in your head, miss Elffire.” He looked above my head. “Let’s do this quick, ok? We weren’t expecting an intruder. I planned so much for this evening. I am so happy it ended so soon,” Illumi chuckled. “The fate has indicated something unexpected tonight. It sure will be very useful information for our experiment. Oh, I should stop talking…” Illumi parried away Ruin’s mana with a swish of his staff. He flicked his staff towards Ruin and Kian and the air around the two blasted as if it were made up of vaporized diesel.

The sun was shining deep in his eyes, giving all its attention to him but he was not at all affected. Alexander put up some slow songs which I gladly accepted because fast songs were not tolerable. I closed my eyes as I let the lyrics get into me, it was just so relaxing. The car started and I soon felt sparks erupt as Ozymandius's hand took hold of mine tightly. I looked at him but he drove as it was totally normal to kidnap a girl, then sleep with her, declare her his and then hold her hand. 🌹🌹🌹

Lard the arcane welding engineer and his faithful brother in arms, Garth his voice of reason and muscle. Romera sits at the hedge and tip of the sun. She wears her normal pirates’ clothes that consist of a split, chest-up shirt, high capris, and makasons. Her frail and slender body leans over the railing of the ship and with those orbs of hers she sees what seems to be like the endless sky below them, then in front of them, and finally all around them. In her hand is a bottle of rum and in the other a used and abused wine glass. With purpose, she fills up that glass about halfway until the rim meets her red-coated lips. The fluid drips down her throat and she drinks it all in one swig before

Her eyes locked onto Thane's, shining with a deep, unspoken understanding that seemed to transcend words. As River's hands continued to weave their gentle, glowing pattern on Thane's skin, the air around them began to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. The candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls as the incense wafted through the air, carrying the sweet scent of sacred herbs. The ritual, passed down through generations of Luminari healers, was a sacred and ancient practice. It was said that the Luminari had been chosen by the gods themselves to wield the power of healing, and that their touch could awaken the deepest, most profound forces of nature.

As she walked, she whispered a silent prayer to the moon again, seeking strength and courage for what lay ahead. The cave was unexpectedly beautiful. The walls, covered in ancient runes, glowed with a faint, silvery light, casting intricate patterns across the stone. The runes were of various shapes—some curved and flowing like water, others sharp and angular, resembling the jagged peaks of mountains. Each rune seemed to pulse with its own life, a testament to the ancient power that resided within the cave.