Luminary Novels & Stories

Even now, after living in Amor his whole life, the luminarias still had that effect on him. Katie couldn’t believe she had almost chosen to stay home and miss this. The night was pitch black, and the only light that existed emanated from the stars above and the candles that had been placed along the walkway. The candles were placed in the luminaria bags, allowing the light to shine through the beautiful and intricate designs that normal, everyday people had helped cut out. People like Katie. Somewhere, along one of these walkways, she was a part of this. “Do you like them?” Sam asked.

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

Isabella snapped, tossing a bolt of silk to the floor. “Use Lyon Silk from France.” “And make sure the lighting uses pure beeswax candles not those eye-sore LED lamps.” Liora stood in the doorway, watching the waste unfold. “The LED lighting you call an eyesore is integrated with Azure’s security system, Isabella.” “If you replace it with candles, you’ll create blind spots in the heat sensors.” Isabella turned, holding a rare Ming Dynasty porcelain vase. “Oh, Liora. You’re always thinking about sensors and security.”

Transitioning system interface to low-light mode. The fluorescent bulbs flickered as they buzzed loudly like bees before dropping in brightness. The white light turned into a yellow hue then died completely. "LUS can we see the city from the roof access?" I asked, walking toward the metal ladder. [Yes Host Eva. The roof perimeter is secure. The reinforced hatch is locked from the inside. I will monitor the camera feeds while you are above.]

The artifact's light bathed the chamber, dispelling the shadows that had lingered within. As the heroes emerged from the Luminous Caverns, the Aegis of Lumina held aloft, a renewed sense of purpose burned within them. They had obtained a weapon of immeasurable power, a relic that symbolized not only their quest but the unity of the Enchanted Realm itself.

She is a slave, she’s weak, I can’t take her I need a strong mate. “ you’re my mate” her small sweet voice sounded like music to my ears, at that moment it took everything in me to stop myself from taking her in my hands, Leon wanted to hold her but no I can’t do this. I stepped back a bit and before I could stop myself I said. “ I, Ivan Parker, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, reject you as my mate and Luna”

He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Lila stood near the monument, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes bright with thought, her lightweight gray tunic embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her leather journal tucked under her arm, her skin lightly flushed, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, stood beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, her amber eyes reflecting the light, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared connecti

I would never let anyone, or anything hurt her again. “Emma?” Andrew called her after a few minutes of complete silence. “I am a pure white wolf.” she mumbled, not moving her gaze from Andrew. “Yes.” he nodded slowly. “You are the True Luna, love. Which is why it is not safe for you to shift and show your wolf to anyone.”

Dawn light comes through the sanctum's single high window, small and square and positioned near the ceiling, and the light that falls through it is the clean, unmodified gold of actual morning, carrying none of the red tint that has been coloring everything since the eclipse. Lucian stands in the dust and the dawn light and the diminished glow of the hybrid power that remains, and breathes.

I should have Syd take a picture so I can see it. “Your waning crescent….” I cut her off, “Gezz Syd, yeah, I thought you knew these Luna’s have a waxing crescent, and Lumiere’s have a waning crescent. Is that why…” This time she cut me off. “You have a star with the waning crescent.” “What?”