A Marvelous Light Novels & Stories

Chuckling to himself because a wealthy lady like Imara knew even less about the religion then he did, Ben said, “Lady of the Light.” Imara nodded. “Yes, that’s what he calls it. He said it’s in my blood.” As he softly slid his fingertips up and down Imara’s arm, Ben said, “You’re an ancient kind of creature. You’re very special. The ladies of the light decided who got to stay or had to be reincarnated when men were struck down in battle. You can drive all the darkness out of the most terrible of spaces with just a wave of your hand. I’ve seen some of that myself, Imara.”

“We were separated when the world was split. He was sent to the deep to mourn, and I was sent to the sun to burn. But you, little Weaver, you brought us back together. You gave us the bridge. And now, I am going to finish what we started three thousand years ago.” ​“And what is that?” I asked, my shadows rising to meet the blinding light. ​“I am going to turn the world into a jewel,” the Light-Bringer said, spreading his arms. “A perfect, unchanging monument to the light. No more decay. No more death. No more shadows. Just the eternal, frozen brilliance of the sun.” ​“That is not life,” Winnie shouted. “That is a tomb!” ​“It is perfection!” the figure roared, and the pillar of light in the c

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her brown eyes glinting with joy as she leaned back on her hands, the sunlight illuminating her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. “Three years, and I still can’t believe we pulled it off,” Mara said, her laughter sharp and warm, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the glade wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of smoke, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We kicked that marrow god’s ass!” She grinned, her body relaxed, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph.

I whispered, my voice trembling as I jumped down from the car. Suddenly, the darkness around us bloomed to life. Hidden lights flickered on one after another, revealing a sea of glowing flowers encircling us, roses, lilacs, tulips, each petal dusted with gentle golden shimmer. The faint hum of the drones faded, replaced by the soft rush of the nearby water as it lit up in hues of sapphire and violet. It was as if the night itself had bent to his will. Then, a spotlight bathed a small group in warm gold light, and I froze. Miss Martha.

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

The celestial-like woman placed her hands gently on my shoulders. "Open your heart, Selene, let yourself in, and believe in your power." In the next moment, everything within me exploded into pitch black. The blinding white light faded and my vision cleared. I tried to look around, but I did not have control of my body. But what I did see made my heart sink with despair. All around me, wolves were bowing their heads to me. No. This is not what I want!

Maria's theory sounded logical and explained Nadir's sudden transformation into something more than a mere succubus. - I think we have to wait a while for Nadir to come back. I don't know why, but that's the feeling I have.- Maria said after a moment.- After all, we've got nothing else left, do we?- she added, picking up the candles, incense, amulets and wiping the pentagram off the floor.

"But that stranger became my husband. That disaster became the catalyst for everything good in my life." The man whose shirt had been ruined looked up with interest. The young barista stared at Claire like she was speaking a foreign language. "I'm not saying this man is going to become your husband," Claire continued, and Damian laughed beside her. "But I am saying that sometimes the moments that feel like absolute catastrophes are actually the universe redirecting you toward something better. You never know what comes next. That's the terrifying and beautiful thing about being alive."