Solangelo Book Novels & Stories

Later that evening, I find Silas and Selene in the library, their heads bent over an ancient tome. “What are you two up to?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. Silas looks up, his golden eyes glowing faintly. “We’re learning. Daddy said we need to understand our powers.” I step closer, peering at the book. The pages are filled with intricate runes and illustrations of wolves bathed in moonlight. “The Solara Chronicles,” I murmur, tracing the faded text. “Where did you find this?” “Daddy gave it to us,” Selene says, her voice soft. “He said it’s important.”

When they finally faded, I was left staring open-mouthed at the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She glided into the room; her dark skin painted in a rich, golden hue. A million delicate braids hung down her back, each one woven with threads that shimmered like the sun. Even the gown that hung off her body was made of gold. It draped over her curves like liquid silk, trailing across the stone floor with every graceful step she took. Solana, goddess of the sun. “Honestly, Azrael.” Her voice was smooth beams of sunlight. A gentle breeze that coasted across the fields of my hometown during the early summer mornings. It was buttery, twinkling warmth. “Can you blame the girl for being on edge

Unlike Mason, walang pang-itaas na suot ang tarantado and just wandered around my house like that habang magulong-magulo pa rin ang buhok nito. "Cam! Look at this book. Di ko alam na nagbabasa rin pala ng mga ganitong libro si Samantha.." I frowned when he had said habang pasalampak na umupo ito sa tabi ko. "What book?" "This book." He said while showing the cover page of that book. WHERE THE SUN DOESNT SHINE I frowned when I get a close look at it. This is the same book in her dad's office. Kung saan ko nakuha ang family ng mga Romero noon.

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

*** Solana *** Julie and her fiance, David, did not travel back together the next day as planned. She was still upset when they woke up in the morning, so she didn't return his call as she told him she would. That Saturday was Solana's day off from the supermarket. They spent the morning and afternoon watching TV, window shopping at the mall, and finally seeing a late afternoon movie in the cinema. While they were in a boutique at the mall that afternoon, Sol's phone rang. It was Dave calling her, his last resort after trying and failing repeatedly to reach his girl.

Hello, My Lovely Readers, I want to say thank you to everyone who saw this book to the end. I know it is very different from the other stories that can be found on this app. I enjoyed creating the world around Nyxara's nightmares, and I hope you enjoyed it as well. Thanks again for reading. Solange Daye

He pauses before saying, "Ah." I look away quickly. It isn't necessarily a subject I like to get into, let alone with a demon who probably hates me. "Anyways. That's why I thought that book would help me. There's a section in there that talks about magic outbursts. I didn't realize it was for demons though." Sol unfolds his legs out from under him and readjusts himself until he's also sitting criss-crossed. He puts both of his hands on his thighs and leans forward.

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it might be. Martin took a deep breath, “I want you both to promise that you will listen to what I’m about to tell you all the way through, with no interruptions, before you voice your opinions, ask questions, or flee the room. Do I have that promise?” When the girls nodded, he continued. “Nick and I come from a very old family that immigrated from England three centuries ago. When we arrived, we encountered a small, remote colony that took us in and shared its secrets with us. One of these secrets involved mastering body regeneration. They taught us how to attach our soul to an alternate reality. While in that reality, we can still wander this re