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.”

Maybe it was the book’s magic or my own damning curiosity, but I could not look away. The man began to thrash and squirm, snarling as he tried to fight against Adonis’s hold. He was too weak, though. The silver had done it’s job, as did the months in captivity. Solana removed a curved blade from the folds of her gown and pulled it from its bejeweled sheath. “Your life will do what the Gods themselves cannot,” Solana said warmly, “As your blood feeds the flames, it will coax the magic from my sister’s body and into my own. I will become the Goddess of the Sun and the Moon.”

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.

She didn’t turn when they entered. “Nova,” Solara said softly. “We finally meet.” Nova raised her hand, flame curling around her palm. “You’re not welcome here.” Solara turned slowly. Her eyes were pitch black, but her skin glowed gold, like it was thin paper over fire. “I don’t need to be welcome,” she said. “I’m not here for you.” Kael stepped forward. “Leave now. You’ll get no second warning.” Solara chuckled. “Oh, Kael. Still playing the monk with a sword. Tell me, have you taught her about the cost yet?”

Cole said cheerfully, as if it wasn’t shocking enough. He opened another picture of a man in a suit, a man I had seen before. “I’ve seen him on the magazine covers in Adonis’s house.” “This is Salvatore Castellanos, Adonis’s father. He lived in Sicily for three years while working on a multinational project. So I’m guessing he met Phoebe Vitale there, and they hit it off. Phoebe refused to leave her world as you’ve gathered, and the rest, we know.”

Alright, I can relate to this freaking corny book. I drank water while still reading and I choked after realizing what happened to the couple in the story after their argument. Cursing in my head, I continued coughing as I felt my neck getting hot because of some sensual images flashing in my mind. I remember Solana's body against mine after she jumped to me naked when she saw a cockroach. I remember the time we made out in our living area. I remember the taste of her lips and her lovely smell. My breathing hitched as I continued reading. The characters are now making love passionately.

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,