A Marvelous Light Novels & Stories

It was a cosmic tapestry pulsing with a gentle, harmonious rhythm—a living grid that the denizens of a thousand different star systems called the Light of the Luna. This was not a light born of destructive solar fires or the overwhelming, blinding pressure of raw magical authority. It was a soft, pearlescent glow, carrying the exact warm cadence of a spring dawn and the absolute, unshakeable safety of a mother’s protective embrace. It was an eternal flame kindled millennia ago in a single, dark dungeon by a broken woman who had refused to let her suffering make her cruel. Now, it had expanded to become the spiritual anchor of the entire universe.

To where the brightest of lights dwelled. "Perfect." Maru cursed in silence after he followed the direction of Mistress Ais' gaze. The dazzling light at the end of this reality was perhaps the biggest mystery of all. But Maru was sure to leave it alone for now as it does not concern him nor would it bring him any rich harvest by satisfying a curiosity. One that he believed, today more than ever, that it was indeed the only viable goal that the Nameless One may have in store for him. He was about to give more thought about it but alas, he heard footsteps nearby that marked the arrival of two pairs of feet.

They come armoured against dread. The light surprises them. Quiet. Unhurried. Moving in slow beautiful waves along surfaces that are not quite walls and not quite air. Not the light of any sun or flame or manufactured source. Something older than all of those. Something that has been here since before light had a name. At the center of it, in the place where the light is most concentrated and most still, there is a book.

“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

But thankfully, it was a dream; it made absolute sense that they didn’t bother with curiosity. I don’t know how long we stood there, but when the light finally subsided enough for me to lift my shield away from my eyes, I realized I wasn’t the only one affected by the light. Malthus' wolf was growling in pain and not fury. The light had a negative effect on him. He stood tall, howling but trembling nonetheless. “Reach for the moonstone, and he will hand it over.” The wind whistled as I heard the familiar voice speak. The witches, were they watching?

Once it was on, Marsh turned on the lights and everyone started clapping and howling. My heart, which had already been so full of love for Derek, felt like it would burst with joy. I wasn't just home, I was with my family who cared enough to make even my simplest wishes come true. I thanked every one of them and made a silent vow to do a lot of Christmas shopping for my new family in the next few days.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

"Exactly. Rumor has it his company's cash flow is dead in the water, he's swamped with debt, and now he's probably homeless." My hand, holding a champagne flute, hesitated for a split second. I had not expected his downfall to come so swiftly. Out of nowhere, the lights in the hall dimmed. Elliott was on stage, his eyes finding mine. "Jo," he said, my name alone hanging in the air, "people often ask me about the greatest, most pride-worthy thing I've ever done." He paused, letting the suspense build, then went on. "There's only ever been one answer, and that's meeting you."

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]

"You are my Light that illuminates the Darkness within me..." Never before could I have thought that these words would evoke such great emotions in me and would be associated with a person who completely turned my world upside down. There were actually two people who did this, but one in particular shook my heart especially hard.