Usborne Shine A Light Book Novels & Stories

She asks, taking a seat beside me again. "Well," I start, my head tilting as I try to explain myself, "If it is for furniture, I don't think there would be a pretty big audience for this light of a mixture. However, if it is for clothing, I think this would be an adorable summer dress or a design for a bathign suit. Where the bubbles connect, you can make it a light green." "Wow," Jaiden nods, looking down at the fabric, "I think you're absolutely right! Can steal your brain now and again?"

The letters glowed brighter as I chanted. Mabel stepped back nervously. “I can't wait to remember everything” I smiled. “Trust me, sister. I can't wait too.” A beam of light shot from the book, wrapping around Mabel. She gasped, her body lifting slightly off the ground. The light grew stronger, blinding us for a moment. When it faded, she stood, her form now different. Her hair shimmered like starlight, longer and flowing. Her eyes glowed with silver fire. Her aura was powerful, almost divine.

As she burst through the trees, she saw him — a boy barely fifteen, struggling against a snarling shadow-wolf far larger and more ferocious than any normal beast. The rogue’s weapon, a crude spear, trembled in his hands, useless against the snarling monster. “Elena!” he gasped. “Help me!” She reached out, and suddenly, light exploded from her fingertips — a pure, brilliant radiance that cut through the darkness like a blade. The shadow-wolf recoiled, howling in fury and confusion. It backed away as the light coalesced, wrapping around the boy like a protective shield. The child’s eyes widened in awe, the light steadying his trembling hands. His spear grew stronger, glowing faintly as if char

“Sierra…” The forest shuddered. From the floor of the old stone hut, a ripple of silver-white light carved itself into runes, spiraling outward until the whole room glowed. The air grew thick with power, heavy and electric, like the first breath before a thunderstorm. And then — it rose.

she whispered, “you’ll have to do better than that.” No reply. Only the creak of the floorboards beneath her boots. She pressed forward. Every step stirred a storm of dust motes that shimmered under candlelight, like spirits rising from tombs. The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut through thought itself. Her robe brushed against the corner of a table. A book fell open, its pages fluttering like wings. On the exposed parchment were symbols carved into the ink , lunar sigils that glowed faintly with an inner light.

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door. But he noticed that the light in the room was growing. It was finally sunrise, and he had survived the night! Or at least, he was close to surviving it. He stood anxiously waiting and watching the door, breathing hard but starting to ease with each second that ticked by. The sun was coming up. The pounding on the door had abruptly stopped in time with the growing dawn. He heard a scuttling of footsteps on the patio, then the creaky wooden stairs jostled mightily as several bodies pounded down them and into the early morning light.

she said, trying to muster as much confidence as she could as she pictured her palm awash with golden light. A yellow sphere flared up above her hand, so bright in the darkness it forced her to blink, like a surprise flash from a camera. The entire clearing lit up in pale light, while dark, twisting shadows cast by the trees extended back into the woods. Startled by the sudden brightness, Leesa lost control of her spell and the glowing orb winked out.

The heavy doors swung open. “Best shield your eyes, my lady,” he advised. Ursa didn't understand him until she walked forward and was greeted with a blinding white light. She immediately looked to the ground and had a hand cover the rest of her face. “Follow me.” Ursa followed the guard’s feet, unwilling to look into the unnatural light. Once she entered the chambers, however, the brilliance had faded, and left only a normal looking bath. It was like a little pond, surrounded by greenery, but the inside was a smooth white stone.

They shimmered, and after a few twinkles, they became dim, as if to tell her that the world she was about to enter was dark. Even the moon in the sky, which not long ago shone so brightly, giving her some little hopes, now blinks like a rusty bulb. The moon no longer smiled and had a worn-out face. The excited wave it gave her when she stepped out of the mansion to embark on that journey was now a goodbye, forever wave.