Reading Light Book Novels & Stories

I was about to walk away in search of clues on what we could be facing when the books suddenly started vibrating. I froze. "What's going on?" Even Iran fell silent as he scrutinized the books. They were vibrating with a low hum and I could swear that I saw light dancing around them. That was when Iran chuckled. "They are reacting to your presence. It's been a while since a child of light stepped into this place." I furrowed my brows at him but said nothing. There was nothing I could say. I just kept staring at the way that the books hummed. That was when I realised that the dancing lights across the books were actually leading somewhere.

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

We would not feel the lack of fire overnight and our cloaks would provide sufficient warmth. I cleared an area, and began building a little fire, using my fire striker to start it. Rivyn returned to his log and angled to capture the moonlight across the pages of his book as he opened it. I saw his hair lift in a draft of magical energy. “How can you read in such poor light?” I asked him. “It’s magic,” he was distracted. “It’s not written in ink. You wouldn’t understand.” “What’s so important about that book?” I prepared the rabbit to cook, skinning and gutting it.

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.

He decided to close the door, carefully and quietly. In the middle of the dawn. There is a glimmering light in Elise's room. Her hair changes to blonde, her body is glowing while Elise is still asleep. There is a blinding light above her sleeping form and a familiar book appears. Making noise, plopping the pages. Elise is still in a deep slumber while the book above her changes the pages automatically.

The pillows are amazing too, heavenly, even. With a heavy sigh, I push the comforter off my tired body and swing my feet off the bed slowly. Not far from the bed is a light switch, so I take a few steady steps toward it and flick it on. The the light is so bright, I'm blinded for a couple moments, but when I can actually bare the light, I notice a door a few feet away. I hurry over to it with my hand supporting the small baby bump I have and jiggle the knob desperately. Locked, of course.

Tonight, I needed answers. I walked slowly, almost hesitant, as I moved towards the bookshelf at the far end of the room. The dim light from the moon filtered through the curtains, casting long, eerie shadows across the polished floor. The shelves were lined with books—old, leather-bound volumes that probably held more knowledge than I could ever comprehend. I ran my fingers over the spines, brushing lightly, almost as if I expected one of them to whisper something to me.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

A whole other world. Towering bookshelves, adorned with delicate elven carvings, reached towards an ornate ceiling filled with light pearls creating an ambiance of mystical allure. The light pearls were also fixed within the thick part of the shelves, emitting a soft, calming glow that made a person comfortable enough to want to spend hours and hours reading. Prince Ron definitely felt like he could live in the library. The only thing that would take him out was food.

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.