The Light Fantastic Book Novels & Stories

The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

“It’s not a blank book see” I hold up the book to show him the page I’m currently reading. He bursts out laughing. “Well it must be written in invisible ink because all I see is a blank book” I look up at Delilah confused as she all but runs to me. “Hmm curious. Faith can you really read that book?” “Yes it’s about the history of the three fates and a some what prophets it mentions the child of light, the moon goddess’s blessed and the dark knight” Both Destin and Delilah look at each other in shock.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

she asked. I blinked, confused, until I realized the source, it was the living book. A strange light had begun to seep through my gown, glowing brighter with each passing second. It pulsed against my chest like a heartbeat. I quickly pulled it out, holding it with both hands. The book trembled in my grasp, the pages fluttering though there was no breeze. Its light brighter, fiercer, wilder than ever before. The woman’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, she reached out. Her fingers touched the cover before I could stop her.

he revealed, blowing off a part of the compartment for Rachel to see the writings. "They are in poison language, light and darks," she mumbled, translating the words. "Of course there is you," he mumbled and went ahead to bring out a book from the shelves. "These shelves contain all you need to know about the goddess of light and the ones of doom and darkness." He explained. "In this book, you will learn how to summon the one you want," he said and as Rachel reached to take it, he dragged his hands away. "Your turn, tell me what you have in mind?"he asked. "I created a diversion for you,"she replied.

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