Usborne Shine A Light Book Novels & Stories

My father’s book. I took a deep breath and opened it again, making sure to avoid touching any of the pencil prints. I looked at them one by one. Most of them were just drawings of still objects. Then I flipped to the next page and saw a picture of the glowing moth! Just like the other sketches, this one was vivid too, as if it had been captured and trapped in the book. Surrounding the glowing moth were little sparks in an exact shade of gold to represent the light it gives off as it flies. I turned over to the next page. Nothing significant. Just banshee drawings. I flipped and flipped until I got to the end of the book. Nothing of any peculiar interest to me. I closed the book and set it do

“We could surely use them.” She nodded and sighed into his chest, blowing her warm breath into his shirt. “Agreed. But I don’t know how we could ever go about finding one; they look just like you and me.” His teeth bit into the inside of his lip as he thought and slid his fingers up and down her arm. “What else do you know about them?” Her shoulders shrugged, but then she pushed up from his chest. “Wait! There is something. They glow.” She sat up out of his arm and looked at the bookshelf. “That’s right! The shine.” She jumped up from the chair, rushed to the shelf, and went from book to book until her fingers found the correct title. “This one. Can you get it, please?”

It's time. I pushed myself up. Rest had done its part. Not enough to dull the edge— just enough to sharpen it. I moved back through the rows of books, shadows stretching with the fading light. The guards changed shifts. The librarians too. Readers drifted out, scrolls in hand. Reports exchanged. Nods. Quiet conversation. As always. I slipped through it all, hidden in the long shadows cast across the halls. Straight to the barracks. I stopped in the shadow of the building, just behind Maximus.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

As I slowly got used to the warmth inside, I pulled out my phone with shaky hands, clinging to a sliver of hope. The only thing Marvin ever left me was his ancient, untouched social feed, which, to my surprise, got an update today. [Snowy day, sweetheart, and roast dinners — pure bliss.] The photo showed Wendy sprawled in front of a panoramic window, lost in the snowy view, with a table laden with bubbly drinks and roasted meals behind her. The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere.

He drops the unchained book on the floor in front of me, bends down to kiss the top of my head as I get comfy, then sits on the end of the sofa closest to me, well within arms reach. The book has beautiful, with swirling gilt script on the spine and the front cover which makes me think of Wolfie when he is looking out through Phoenix’ eyes. As I run my fingers along each letter, sparks tingle and dance across my fingertips. ‘Liber Umbrarum’ are the words embossed into the dark brown leather. I have no idea what they mean and if I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure I want to find out. “I’m here baby girl. You can do this. You need answers.” I hadn’t noticed Phoenix kneeling beside me until he s

“Yes. It matched the first line. In the shadows deep, where the moonlight recedes.” I stared intently at the constellation. The stars began to align in a crescent shape which was surrounded by darkness. “That’s our first clue,” Vanessa continued. “The moonlight receding could mean we need to find a place where the shadows are deepest.” The Keeper’s voice filled the air again. “You are closer to the truth than you realize.” Suddenly, the book from the chamber appeared before us, floating in midair. Its glow intensified until it was blinding. The keeper some again. “This should have the answers you seek.”

Stone holds, pup—stand, fight! Lila crouched behind a fallen willow branch, her chestnut ponytail swaying in the wind, hazel eyes wide but steady, her parchment scroll clutched in her hands, charcoal stick smudged with ash, sketching the shard’s runes, her fingers trembling from the chill, her wool cloak wrapped tightly around her, her tunic stained with sweat, the shard’s hum a puzzle she’d solve, the wind making her breath fog, the indigo glow of the runes casting an eerie light on her face, the puddles reflecting the light nearby, the willows’ shadows stark, the air shimmering with dark magic, her courage a quiet flame in the shadowed hollow, the scent of shadow a call to action. Spark, h

"Mission failed. You are scheduled for erasure. Would you like to restart the mission—to keep trying to save him?" I shook my head. "Erase me." "Understood. Erasure program activated. You have 72 hours left." … I closed my eyes. The silence around me was almost deafening. But soon, as if driven by some strange impulse, I opened Rose Wells' livestream.