A Cruel And Fated Light Novels & Stories

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

He moves back and makes me lean against his arm, imitating those ball dances. "What're you seeing now?" I bring myself back to the comfort of his embrace. "Everything that surrounds me is darkness with potholes, broken bottles and thorns scattered in my path. But there's a light, so dim and far and I can only get curious about what it'll look like to have it in my hold_ if it could or if it could not help me find a more safer way with no potholes and thorns. But still, I'm afraid of bringing it into my misery. What if my unsteady legs make us fall into the pothole and it looses its spark? Then I won't just be alone again but I would also be guilty of my sin for the rest of my life. But somet

The light moved faster now, as if it had been waiting forever for me to come closer. The burning torches also began to dance as I followed the light on the shelves. Iran too was quiet, not daring to say a word and risk breaking me out of concentration. The light finally came to a stop at the deepest part of the old library. There was a glassed shelf there that held a sort of scroll. I slowly walked to it and the first line at the top got me. "The Unmaking." Iran frowned. "It's a prophecy. Read it." I swallowed hard. "From the hour Light divides the sky. . . And Darkness clings with insatiable hunger. . . Robed in shadows, walks the one who tears the veil. . . Or worse, unmakes the world."

I bolted for the door. Coughs racked my body, and blood splattered on my face. My eyes were blurry from the medicine, and my swollen mouth could not form words. Upon turning another corner, I saw a dead end and felt total despair. Trapped in this strange place full of enemies, I had no chance of escape. The only way out of this pain seemed to be death. However, I did not want to die! I had fought so hard to live, and I did not want to end it all now!

Marline said with a mischievous smile. "Heaiiiiii!" Chenigan shouted, charging at Marline. "Bring it on! Haaaa!" Marline shouted. "Veil of bright light, destroy the witch with great might!" Chenigan shouted, shooting a ball of light from his hands. "Veil of the night, darkness conquers light. Destroy the wizard without a fight!" Marline shouted, shooting a thick dark smoke out of her hands.. The smoke engulfed the ball of light thickly, destroying it.

Lily clutched at Brenna, fingers scrabbling at the fabric of her dress, nails biting deep into the skin on Brenna's sides. She cried until her neck ached and her throat was fully strained, until she was dumb and only empty spaces were left inside her. It wasn't fair. They had been happy. They had been laughing. They were going to the beach. And now… They were buried beneath the cold, unforgiving earth. Why? Why had she survived? Why had fate been so cruel? Brenna stroked her hair, whispering broken apologies, but Lily barely heard her. The world had gone dark.

“You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.” Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?” Pareia only winked, her hips swaying lazily as she turned away, swagging with deliberate irritation. “You will figure it out, I’m sure” she said light hearted.I cleared my throat and smiled as I gave Pelin a subtle side glance, “Ehmn, Light. The answer is light. A candle flies without wings. It cries and melts without having eyes. And wherever a candle goes, it brings light and eliminates the darkness.”

The burly one ran lusty eyes on my exposed thighs, "Midnight is a long time to wait right?" "Let's get her in first, then we can return to wait on that rock." The scorpion-tattoo man suggested with a sneer that sent shivers feathering down my spine. His team mate obliged, lifting me like I weighed nothing inside the temple. They were not afraid of this curse, they found a spot by the altar where the scented candles burned brightly. The candles are rumored to never burn out. They confirmed my shackles and were satisfied to know escape was not in the cards for me that night

Here, the universe remembered what it meant to be told. --- The Light That Writes Across the silence came a motion— a glimmer that curved through space like ink upon invisible parchment. Where it passed, the light thickened into words. Not written in any tongue known to mortals, but in emotion: joy that looked like gold, sorrow that tasted of rain, hope that sang in color. The light was Seren. Or what was left of her. Not a body. Not even a soul. But the intention that had once dared to begin the story of the Blood Moon.

“If we reunite, we might destroy the Voice.” The crowned one glared at her. “Or lose ourselves forever.” “You said it yourself,” I whispered. “The only way forward is through truth.” The crowned version’s blade faltered then she dropped it and stepped forward. For a single, breathless moment, both versions reached for each other. The light exploded. The light burned hot, white and red like the blood moon itself. The two versions of her trembled as their hands touched, and I felt the pulse ripple through the chamber like the heartbeat of Black Hollow.