Light Mystery Books Novels & Stories

" My voice was shaking with terror as I asked. She remained silent. Rather, she moved in closer and stroked my hair. I felt like I had known her my entire life, so I didn't flinch. Then she moved close to me and said softly but firmly in a whisper, "The light rests inside of you." Follow the fire when it beckons. I stood confused, surprised by what she had said. She caressed my cheek again and gave me a dejected smile. "Take care my child," she whispered. Suddenly, a thick, silvery fog rose from the ground. It lifted her off her feet, curling around her like a living creature. "Hold on—!" I cried out as I reached through the fog, but all I could grasp was cold mist. "Who are you? Who is Lig

I echoed, my eyes trailing over the spines. “This is mostly factual books about my kingdom, about religion, about wars. The big library is mostly fictional books, all in different versions. Anything you could want to read, you would find in there.” Then I noticed it, noticed the fire in his eyes burning a little hotter, the crookedness of his smile turning a little more prudent. “Perhaps you can recommend something?” I asked, even though it wasn’t so much a question and more a request instead. “I’m sure I can be of assistance,” he mused, the heady tone creating something tingling between us. Something that flowed so naturally, like we were already drawn to each other.

"Artes Obscurae." Sucking in a breath, I run my fingers along the cover and gasp as light begins to radiate from the pages within. Stepping back, I watch as the light grows brighter and brighter until it is damn near blinding. Then, like a volcano erupting, lightning begins to spark around the room. "Look out!" Asher hissed, grabbing me and pulling me out of the way right before one of the bolts hit me. "What the hell did you do?" "I just touched it." I gasped, feeling like a child being scolded. " I didn’t do..."

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

The dim lights cast long shadows across the floor, and the musty smell of old books fills the air. The ancient library has always held a sense of mystery with its towering bookshelves full of weathered tomes and dimly lit corridors. But now, as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the wooden floors, a feeling of unease creeps over me. Midnight seems far away yet too close for comfort. Curiosity and caution wage a battle in my mind. This note could be an invitation to adventure or a summons for something far more sinister.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

I just needed to breathe in a space that felt older than the questions I didn’t know how to ask. Then something shimmered. It was faint—barely a glint—but unmistakable. A single book, high up near the far window, gave off a pulse of light. Not golden or fiery like spellbooks. It was subtler, like moonlight catching on still water. I approached it slowly. The tall rolling ladder shifted under my bare feet as I climbed, hand steady on the rail. I could feel the magic coming off the spine before I even reached it—gentle, familiar, not foreign at all.

I had foolishly believed, that just like everything else, it would be ruined and past any precious glory, but I was wrong. It was beautiful. The inside was bright, with floating balls of light, flying high in the sky. There was a very large wooden bookcase, stacked with books and literature, stone tables scattered around with drawing and symbols and little bottles of potions on top. With white chalk the walls of the cave were littered with ancient words and right in the middle of the room was what looked almost like a shrine. A large black stoned table with candles and herbs and mystical looking flowers surrounding it. Around the ground were symbols engraved which glowed brightly, emitting a

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE