Lucy Shimmers Book Novels & Stories

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

she winks after she dashes to the other side of their old man's wheelchair. But the way her bright smile adorned her face was quite unsettling to Lucy. It seems to be telling him she found a patron of her craziness. ****tbc****

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

My hands shook. Lucy shouted again in my mind. "Let me out!" "I told you, I can’t!" I yelled back at her. "We’re going to die!" she cried. "Then so be it!" I retorted. The wolf crouched, ready to attack, snarling its teeth. And then—it jumped. But it never reached me. A blinding light burst from my chest. Lucy exploded out of me mid-air, her body glowing silver. She crashed into the wolf with full force, clawing her nails into its throat.

It made her skin prickle. She ended up in the grand library. The scent of old paper and polished wood settled around her like a shroud. Shelves soared to impossible heights, ladders tucked neatly against the walls. Candles glimmered in wrought iron sconces, their light flickering against gilt spines and leather bindings. Lucy trailed her fingers along the rows, remembering the library of her childhood, where she had hidden from her stepmother’s scorn. But this one was different. This one seemed alive, humming with a history she didn’t understand.

She wrapped her hands around the bleeding leg before I could stop her. Did I just imagine she said my real name through all the screaming and sobbing? Lucy closed her eyes and something in the air seemed to vibrate around her. It felt as if sound waves itself were pulsating with Lucy at the center. The little girl’s leg started to glow a soft yellow, even with the bright sun still out. I glanced around the yard to make sure no one was watching, but everyone was either preoccupied with their own game or were out of sight since we were in the corner of the field.

Whatever else she says is drowned out by the loud screech of stone grinding against stone. “It’s here! Lucy, come quick!” Lucy gives us a startled glance before crouching beside her stepsister. “Do you smell it?” Nova asks. Lucy leans closer, inhaling deeply. When she turns back to Nova, she’s smiling. “It still has a scent. It’s faint, but it’s there. Help me get it out. I need it closer, without the other distracting scents.” The two of them work quickly, moving stones until Lucy extracts a scrap of bloody shirt wrapped around a jagged shard of pottery. She drops the pottery at her feet and holds the shirt to her nose, inhaling deeply.

All they knew that anytime they got close to her it was as if they were going to be choked to death due to the blood thirsty aura surrounding her Lucy whose aura has been tampered with by Williams thereby causing a leak ‘ I have no friends ahhhh' “Hi Lucy “ Williams greeted her with a smile “ Hi handsome “ Lucy winked at him Williams blushed “ Thank you but it does not compare to your beauty “ Lucy “.... “ Now this was awkward “ Stop reading those kind of books “ Lucy said “ I will” Williams face flushed with embarrassment. He was beyond embarrassed. He had spent the whole night reading a lot of books on how to flirt with girls and this was the result.

The white feather was not very obvious on her fair skin, but it emitted a silver glow. Lucy was just sitting in her seat, calmly flipping through the pages of her book. As her mood started to calm down, the white feather with a faint silver glow gradually sank into her milky skin as if it were never there. Time passed in the blink of an eye. Just as Lucy was getting to the climax of the book, Cillian said to her, “Lucy, we’re here. It’s time to get off the plane. You can continue reading when we get to the hotel.”

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding