Where The Light Falls Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes looked at the writing in red ink in the book. “It’s... old Latin letters?” A dazzling white light came out of the book. Tiara protects her eyes with her own right hand. Her tiny body seems to pull into the book. “What the hell?!” The light was slowly dimming. That thick book closed. The strong winds just disappeared. Silent. The girl wasn’t in her chair. Her body disappeared along with the light that left the breezy night that flew the white curtain slowly. 🌷🌷

Annaliese looks up at him and furrows her eyebrows. Then something transparent falls off around the house, like a blanket. She opens her eyes wide in shock. They step forward and Kieran continues talking. "Darkness and Light". "One can not exist without the other". Another transparent blanket falls and Annaliese feels the ground underneath her feet get cold. Then they step forward again. "Open Sesame". "For we are welcome here". The house leans backwards like It's straightening itself and the third blanket falls off. Annaliese sees people walking about.

I took my change and immediately put it in my pocket. I brought the tray and to my surprise. I bumped into someone holding a tray. With the force of the impact I saw that glass fly and I knew it would correct me, but I was not surprised because the glass fell and broke on the next table. I was dumbfounded because of that. How the hell did that happen? I was so sure that it would be thrown at me but instead of me it fell on the table and broke. I looked around and we immediately met Triton's gaze, he also immediately avoided staring at me, took his order and walked away.

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.

“That’s all in the past. I can’t just stop walking because I once stepped in shit, can I?” He blinked, stunned for a moment, then kissed my fingers tenderly. “I feel the same. I can’t write off the entire art world here just because I ran into one Henry. “I’ve thought about it, Rosalind. This is where our roots are. Let’s stay here—together, for life.” The sun dipped beyond the tall windows, but I knew the morning light would rise again tomorrow.

I step towards the light, but as I do, it dims. Your pathway forward is true. To go forward is to go back. Seek what she left behind. Bear the cross that he won’t bear, but is yours to carry. I dare another step, watching the light dim further. I fall to my knees, torn with what to do. I don’t dare extinguish the light. I can’t put it out. The closer I get, the more it dies. Is backward really forward? Is that what this means? I remain anchored to the floor, unwilling to plunge the room in darkness. But yet I keep feeling pulled toward the center.

**The Light Within** The sky was ink-black by the time Lillian and Nicholas made it back to their car, the lighthouse standing tall behind them, its beam sweeping across the dark ocean. They had spent hours at the top, watching the sun set and the stars blink into existence one by one, lost in the beauty of the moment and the weightlessness of knowing that their journey was only just beginning.

The room was dark except for a strange, shimmering light coming from the far end. My feet carried me toward it, my pulse racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. When I reached the source of the light, my breath caught in my throat. An old, weathered book sat on a pedestal, its pages glowing with an ethereal light. The symbols on the cover were unlike anything I had ever seen—ancient, magical, and somehow… familiar. I hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to jump out and stop me. But there was no one. Only the persistent call of the voice urging me to look deeper. I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched the glowing book.

And then I saw it. A path lined with paper lanterns. Glowing softly in the fading light. Leading to a small area of sand where white orchids had been arranged in simple glass vases. Candles everywhere. Not rose petals or heart shapes or anything obvious. Just elegant. Beautiful. Perfect. “Xander, what is this?” “This is me, hoping you’ll give me a few minutes to say something I’ve been planning to say for months.” My heart started pounding. He led me to the center of the candles. Took both my hands.

The book and mirror weren’t just cursed—they were anchors for the shadows. She ducked behind a shelf, her breath shallow. She flipped back to the journal’s first page, hoping for something, anything, that could help. Her flashlight flickered back to life, illuminating a small note scrawled in the margin: “To end the game, one must choose the light over the self.” “What does that mean?” she whispered to herself. The shadows moved closer, their whispers growing louder. One figure stepped into the light, its face eerily familiar. It was her reflection, but distorted—its smile too wide, its eyes gleaming with malice.