Light Mystery Books Novels & Stories

I look around and discover that I’m at a strange location that I had never been to before. I look down at my hands and see a black coat on. I look inside when a light suddenly appears, and when I do, I see that the light is coming from the book I was reading earlier. All that changed is its size. I furrow my brows and turn the pages. However, there are no words. The pages are not filled in. I keep squinting my eyes. Since I now realize it is useless, all I do is tuck it back into my pocket when it lit up once more. It is accompanied by my bracelet.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Note by author – You may skip this chapter if you’d like. Most of it is mainly information on some higher demons and the apocalypse. All the information I found was from the book Encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology by Rosemary Ellen Guiley. The lights flickered, on and off continuously until the bulbs fused and turned off permanently. The weather was getting more chilly, the wind started blowing faster and I shiver as it reaches me through the windows. I take a few steps forward, feeling my way around until I reach the kitchen. I was blinded for a few minutes but slowly, the moonlight had started giving me vision and I could see more clearly. The black spots covering my vision slowly faded

She boomed, Derora noticed the storms outside still bellowed, but she seemed on edge, now was her time for a distraction, "How is the war with the light gods going?" she asked, Herega turned her gaze to her, lightning flashed outside, "You will remain silent derora!" She growled, Derora gave a smug grin, it really got on her nerves as the whole room darkened due to the thunder clouds outside the palace, herega stretched her hand to summon lightning. Then derora noticed the light trying to clear the clouds, it was a real Battle of elements, she laughed out as herega turned to her,

This left the floor and lower walls in a growing shadow. The girls pulled out their phones and activated the flashlight options on them. That’s when they discovered the unique was the light reflected from the rocks. They appeared to twinkle. A little more investigation revealed a crevice in one wall. As the moon rose, its light landed on that very spot. Gemma, on a whim, set the book into the space and opened it. That’s when the magic of the moonlight did its thing. The words appeared. A handwritten cursive script lay revealed before them.

Her eyes brightened at the sight of the books. “Good morning, dear. Any recommendations for a book to curl up with?” she asked, voice warm but tinged with hesitation. I folded my novel shut and looked up, offering her the practiced smile that hid the iron beneath. “Depends on what you like. Something light? Something dark?” She hesitated, then said, “Dark, but with hope.” I tapped a book nearby, The Night Circus. “This one weaves mystery and magic, but underneath, it’s a story about trust and power.”

“But time has a way of reminding people what really matters.” He nods, gathering his things. “Let’s hope so. For now, try not to blow up my lab while I’m gone.” “No promises,” I say dryly, and his laughter follows him out the door. I move to the other desk, where my laptop is already open. A series of digital images fill the screen, scans sent by one of Josh’s archivists from his pack’s private library. The Book of First Light. The oldest surviving text on celestial beings. I can’t believe I’m even considering this as a possibility, but I’m out of ideas at this point.

We rode through the night. The library was dark when we returned. The candles had burned out, and the only light came from the moon through the high windows. Lysander lit them with a flick of his wrist, his movements quick, almost frantic. He pulled books from the shelves—old books, books we had not touched in weeks—and spread them across the table.

I slid the book over to the left of the table so I could pull out the book that the sprites had bestowed upon me, maybe it had some answers. The heavy grimoire hit the table with a loud ‘thump’. I let my fingers trace the shimmering rhinestones that lined the cover of the elegant literature before finally opening the book to look inside. To my surprise, when I opened the book a bright flash of light came forth, blurring my vision. I yelped aloud from the surprise of the light blinding me all a sudden. I blinked several times trying to clear my vision and when finally I could see again I noticed that I wasn’t inside my hut anymore.

His answer came with absolute certainty. "To meet..." "...the First Reader." The library collapsed. Not with fire. Not with violence. With silence. One shelf after another dissolved into countless glowing letters. Instead of falling, the books unraveled into streams of light that drifted upward, disappearing into the fractured white sky. Adrian instinctively reached for one of them. The moment his fingers touched the light— A voice whispered beside him. "Every forgotten story leaves behind a question." The light faded. Only the ancient crystal compass remained in his hand.