The Shining Novel Novels & Stories

"Reading novels seems better!" A profound silence reigned in the downstairs room where Miranda stayed, broken only by the rhythmic cadence of her breathing as she sat on the wide bed, propped up against soft pillows, a famous horror novel open in her hands. The words danced before her eyes under the warm glow of the golden bedside lamp, drawing her deeper and deeper into their dark worlds, until it seemed as if she were slipping into her haunted depths.

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

Seraphina’s POV The flames were dying. Ash curled upward in the suffocating dark of the library, thin spirals of smoke clinging to the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers that refused to rise. The last of the glowing pages fell into cinders on the stone floor, and the light it had given us—the fragile, blessed shield—dissolved into nothing. Beyond that circle of dying fire, the monsters closed in, shadows weaving between bookshelves, claws dragging over wood and stone, eyes like fragments of the abyss.

Caius’s POV The villa is alive with morning light, spilling over the polished floors and catching in the frost on the Tahoe balcony. I stand near the breakfast table, hands tucked behind my back, trying to quell the nervous energy in my chest. Being here, fully accepted into this pack, the Haven of Shadows, feels surreal. But I have learned quickly that nothing is given for free. Even gratitude must be shown in action.

I barely had time to blink before— Pain. A burning, sharp pain exploded near my shoulder. I gasped, looking down. Blood. Chaos erupted around us. Gunshots cracked through the air, people screamed, ran. Plates shattered. I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat and the bullets. Evan pulled me behind a pillar, shielding me with his body. The pain was unbearable now - sharp, hot, constant. Like someone was driving needles through my arm. The blood soaked through my jumper.

I let my emotions take over and a lightening bolt came out of my hand and they all needed to run out of the way when I did that. "Shut the fuck up or I'll trust you to dust." I warned them. And I heard Tyler chuckling in the background. I went back to concentrating on the book and it was using a lot of energy and I was starting to get a headache. But I finally got the book off the ground and I managed to lift it up to my head height while I was sitting on the ground before I gently placed it back down. "That was a lot harder than I thought." I say.

Already, after the deadly discussion with my so called troublesome family, I ran into my hiding place to save my head from some kinds of rubbish and that place is my room. I was about concluding my novel when I felt I'm emotionally drained, my mind became possibly overheating I tried to brace myself but I saw a slow image appear in the dark, and I found my damn self shivering and questioning, I peeped to see the image vividly but it fast approaching my direction and I changed my sitting position so I can possibly run away. My heart beat increasing rapidly and it felt like it stopped functioning properly, with my last strength I intended shouting but a clean and royal scented hand gradually a

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'

- she said and took a deep breath. - Okay.- Selene stepped across from her and looked at Isabelle's face. Isabelle closed her eyes and frowned slightly for more concentration, then her face vanished from Selene's eyes. Instead, she saw a beautiful meadow, then a huge white house, covered with ivy. Suddenly Selene was inside of it, in a spacious dining room. The family sat at the long table: parents, two grandmothers, one grandfather, three young children and three older ones. Among the the older, Selene recognized Isabelle right away, even though she looked younger. Family members talked to each other and laughed merrily. Suddenly, some people broke into the house, but after a short while Se

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.