The Shining Novel Novels & Stories

The Ink and the Shackle The morning sun did not break gently over the cliffs of the Palisades; it assaulted them. Harsh, white light flooded through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the guest room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and casting long, unforgiving shadows across the dark oak floor.

TRIXIE There was no pain.That was the first thing I noticed. The fire in my body was gone. The weight, the tearing, the screams — gone.I opened my eyes, but the world around me was not the pack house. It was white, endless. No walls. No floor. Just light that felt soft on my skin. I stood, though I did not remember standing. My hands were steady. My body whole. My chest light.And then I heard her voice. “Little flame.”

But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”

He knew his end was near. Just then, a wispy cloud covered the moon and darkened the garden shed. She heard the movement and yipped in alarm as the man flashed passed her. He had bolted for the door of the garden shed and was fumbling with the lock. He had barred the entry to keep them both in, and now he couldn’t get out. Not fast enough anyway. Should she know this man? He looked vaguely familiar, but her mind felt all scrambled. Her body felt amazing– strong, limber, capable of anything. She couldn’t shake the hunger for meat, the desire to eat consumed her every thought.

Noah is nothing! I screamed, trying to escape from the encroaching darkness. I searched for something, anything that would guide me to an escape. Shadowy tendrils wrapped themselves around my soul, injecting it with their poison and obscurity. My vision began to fade… And then a beacon of light appeared above me. It was small at first, pulsating with a silver glow, which grew brighter and brighter until the shadows cringed away from its radiance. The moon had risen above us, bathing us in all its glory.

There, my dewy eyes are nervously staring into a pair of startling emerald eyes that mischievously look into mine like I were an open, interesting book — they intensely peek into the open door of my soul and I could not help but feel naked than I already was. All the shadows hidden in the deepest zone of my soul, suddenly show themselves out to play, leaving only shame to deposit itself on every one of my pulsating veins. I start to feel like hiding myself but the question is where can I, possibly? His burning eyes touch the skin of my soul, encouraging intimate happiness to swirl all over my system. "Who am I? Please…call my name like it's holy!" I squeal nervously, abruptly when I begin to

she said in her mind and took in a deep breath. She felt the cold air touch her skin and she moved her eyes away from him to look at the pool. * Lucas shot open his eyes like he had just woken up from a bad dream and he found himself staring at the white painted ceiling. He moved his eyes to the side to see Josephine sleeping next to the table and he made to stand up only to let out a groan. He touched the part where he had been stabbed and when he felt something, he looked down on it to see that it has been covered.

The world tilted— — A room. Dark. Familiar. My hands— Shaking. Covered in something warm. Sticky. Red. “No…” A voice. Mine. Crying. “Don’t come near me!” A man shouting. Another voice— Weak. Fading. “Roselyn… run…” Glass shattering. A scream. A fall— — I gasped, sitting upright. My chest heaving. My hands flew to my head. It hurt. It hurt so much— “Roselyn!”

Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it. Before he could react, she injected the drug into his body. He felt as if all his strength had been drained away. Fortunately, Ben was still in the laboratory. He rushed forward and kicked Pauline aside. Just as Pauline turned to attack him, the sound of sirens suddenly blared outside. Terrified, Pauline scrambled toward the laboratory door to escape. Chandler raised his foot and kicked her down to the ground. “You made a big mistake, Pauline.” At his words, Pauline burst into laughter.

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