Illuminated Rumi Novels & Stories

I replied, my heart pounding with anticipation. I began the ritual, following the steps as the mural had instructed. As I worked, the items on the altar started to emit soft, glowing lights. The herbs shimmered with a green hue, the minerals sparkled with a deep, earthy glow, and the water glistened with a silvery light. The lights grew brighter, filling the entire ruin with a mysterious power that seemed to seep into my very being. I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy around me. I could feel it merging with my mind, filling every part of me with a warm power. The strength of the Moon Wolf was calling to me, urging me to embrace it.

The Codex umbra as he went on to explain to me materializes in his hands. I just stood there gawking and trying to protect my eyes at the same time. Its cover was adorned with glittering, gemstone-like symbols and markings that seemed to shift and glow in the light. The book emitted a faint, pulsating glow as if it contained the essence of the very night stars. “He's happy to see you,” Rune interpreted. “Oh,” I said shocked at the twist in the event, “Hello there” I waved “Let's get started” Rune continued after the whole display of lights and pixie dust, if what I saw was pixie dust.

Juste also tenderly smiled, but she wasn’t able to see it as her chin was hooked on the back of his shoulder. After an hour or so, Maxill recited to them of the whole stanza of the cure: "Roots of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar, Stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre, Leaves of green, thick of water, at one's behest Petals of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest Seed of black, depths of earth, one in all." “It’s called the Remedium,” Juste answered Maxill. “It was said to turn a fellhound into an untainted witborn.”

Above each slot, a riddle was inscribed. Elara read the first riddle aloud, "In the darkest night, I shine bright, guiding travelers with my light." Liora nodded, "That seems to point to the star." Seraphina, reading the second, said, "In the sky I rise and set, bringing light, warmth, and yet... shadows follow where I tread." Altair mused, "Clearly, that's the sun." Nocturna, studying the third, whispered, "Though I wax and wane, in the sky, I always remain."

“I can’t do anything with that neck of yours looking like a string of grilled sausages.” ***** Rum found a stream and decided to take a break there while waiting for the entrance to move to somewhere closer to us. The trickling of water seemed to calm us both. When Rum settled me on a rock near the bank, he was back to his usual self—minus the volatile mood and sarcasm. “Fucking Omega….” He tilted my chin up some more to take a closer look. “Jesus Christ….” He swallowed hard. “If I was a second late—.”

At the same time the candles surrounding the room begin to lighten up magically by itself, consuming the darkness in the room. "You remember me after so many years?" A hoarse voice which belongs to a female was heard and followed by a dry cough which stopped after a few minutes. The candle lightened up the woman that spoke. Her body was dry and her bones were visible, in fact if not for the raising off her chest, she could be mistaken as a skeleton. Her shoulder length hair was dry and chains surrounded her, coiling around her like a snake. "I taught you everything Rumiana and yet this is what you use in repaying me back, chaining me and putting me in total darkness, how could you?" "All the

Of what came next. By the time we made it back to the western courtyard, the sun was gone. Fully past the Ember Hills, so all we had to guide us when we lit the bonfire were firelight and stars. It was Caelum who made the fire, stacking the logs together while Elias growled a low incantation under his breath that made them ignite. The flames took quickly, warm and strong, shedding light on the mossy walls and half-collapsed arches above.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

I want to see what is hidden behind that Niqab (the face mask that Muslim women wear). I want to know what give you the confidence to stand up for yourself. I want to know if you are as strong as my little angel. I want to see how you can fight for yourself or how you will break. I want to hear that sass once more. It intrigues this old man to no end. Good night Rumi. I think I like the sound of your name. See you tomorrow doll. I will enjoy playing with you. He lightly pecked the veiled picture of his soon –to- be house guest, turned off the lamp in near his bed and closed his eyes dreaming of the kind of games he would play with Rumeysa.

Somehow chanting the three words as she reads it in a whisper from the carved equivalent Latin words of it. The door opens as a pentagram on the very top of the door draws and is illuminated into a crimson one. Just then and just like an invitation exclusive for her, wherein the letter is the bridge for that purpose. She lighted the candle on the candlestick, as she enters the darkroom bracing herself. With a few steps in, the door slammed shut, yet she did not flinch nor turns around, as the room was then illuminated with the candlelight that chronologically and with a pattern lighted not into the regular orange glow, but a blueish-white, representing the Gods, and a particular one.