Stephen King The Shining Novels & Stories

Haley wanted to ask what Henry was about to say, but upon hearing his last sentence, she forgot about everything else and hurried into the bathroom. Shane was lying in the porcelain bathtub, his eyes tightly closed. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of briefs, his sexy and well-defined chest exposed to the air. The warm yellow light softened his intimidating aura, making him appear less unapproachable. Haley's eyes reddened with pity as she approached the bathtub and slowly crouched down. Sensing someone approaching, Shane cautiously opened his eyes. Those deep, dark eyes flickered with sharpness, like a newly unsheathed blade, capab

she said to herself and tried to steady her breathing before fanning her face with her hands. She moved her feet to stand in front of the large mirror and she could see how red her cheeks were. When she blinked, she saw Lucas standing behind her and she let out a scream immediately before turning to look behind her. But she didn’t see him there and she wondered if she already started hallucinating.

[THE CHRONICLES OF A SHADOW AND A BEAM OF LIGHT LIE WITHIN THE SWEET EMBRACE OF THE MOON AND IT SETS TO RISE IN THE SKY — AND YET, I AM BEHIND YOU!] —— TRAVIS'S POV: A step — a nervous, hesitant step closer and I swiftly feel my heart start to tremble right in the folds of my ribs. There, our eyes stared deep into each other's eyes, silently revealing all the secrets buried in the interior of our visions.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

against the floor-to-ceiling glass. Behind them stretched New York’s skyline, a glittering stage for his betrayal. Through the narrow crack, two bodies twisted in a violent rhythm. Her silk blouse hung in tatters, skin flushed fever-bright. Thighs locked around his waist, grinding against him as his fangs sank deep into her throat. Blood welled—warm, metallic-sweet. A choked gasp escaped her; hips jerked against his thrust. His tongue sealed the wound, drinking deep while her nails raked his back, drawing crimson trails.

But just as we were about to reach her, her head snapped forward, her body trembling violently. "Don’t come any closer!" She shouted, her voice filled with agony. Stephen and I froze, our steps faltering as an overwhelming sense of dread settled over me. The same suffocating fear I had felt when I first saw the shadow return, gnawing at me with its cold, merciless grip. She lifted her head again, her voice once more soft and gentle. "I know you must be wondering… why I’ve covered myself in shadows, why I look like this. Don’t worry, it’s not going to take my life… I won’t leave you…"

I watched in amazement as Stephen's eyes closed, his face set in a look of intense concentration. Stephen's hands began to glow, a soft, white light emanating from his fingertips. The light enveloped Damien's body, and I could feel a strange energy emanating from it. It was as if Stephen was channeling his powers into Damien, trying to heal the wound and get the bullet out. I watched in awe, my heart pounding with excitement. Was it working? Was Stephen actually able to heal Damien? The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Stephen's face was set in a look of intense concentration, his eyes closed as he focused all his energy on healing Damien. I could feel the tension buildi

He was the sort that you pass money to in the shadows, the sort that you only see when the gleam of his eyes and the gleam of his knife shine out of the darkness. This servant saw Elizabeth’s red hair reflecting the sun and her round figure moving slowly from the hill to the trees. He knew his time had come. He knew what was expected of him. So Elizabeth followed Charlie, and the man with the knife followed Elizabeth. The scream that followed seemed to rent the whole world in two. It cleaved through the air, brushed across the treetops and made them shudder. It arrowed through the town, made heads turn and mouths whisper. And it pounded against the windows of the house on the hill and made t

It sounded as if one of those werewolves was trying to climb the side of the shed! He had to act, and he couldn’t wait much longer. He took one last survey of this side of the shed wall, and seeing it clear, hung himself off the side to drop down. He landed with a soft thud in the grass, hoping desperately that heightened werewolf senses hadn’t heard. Then he spun around in a crouch and moved as quickly, silently, and sneakily as he could.

I tilted my head back to look at the bright crescent moon, a small smile forming on my lips. Thank you for always finding a way to shine, even in the dead of the darkness. I sat there lost in my thoughts for several minutes before finally deciding it was time to head back inside. But the exact moment my boots hit the wooden steps of the porch, a sudden, violent crash from inside the rest house froze the blood in my veins.