A Marvelous Light Novels & Stories

"No. But staying here is starting to feel like hiding. And I don't want to hide. I want to live. Even if living hurts." "Where do you want to go?" "Somewhere new. Somewhere that might surprise me." Mira scattered, searched, returned. "There's a reality nearby. Strange but beautiful. Might be exactly what you need." We scattered together. And arrived in a reality that took my breath away. Everything was made of light. Not objects that reflected light. But structures built from light itself. Buildings of woven sunbeams. Trees of dancing luminescence. People who glowed from within.

“Tenebrae manus, umbrae servio Mors certa, vita incerta Astra descendit, tenebrae ascendit Umbrae dominus, imperium obtineo” Translated, it meant: “Shadows grasp, darkness serves Death is certain, life is uncertain The stars descend, and darkness ascends Master of shadows, I obtain power.” I read the passage aloud, the words tasting bitter on my lips. Lady Marietta's eyes gleamed with approval, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake. “One more step to go,” she grinned, her pupil turned red as she magically brought a lighted candle and a knife.

Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You despicable woman!" A vicious force struck Amelia, sending her tumbling to the ground.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

You need to know that sometimes the ritual could fail, but only if it was carried out incorrectly, and knowing my mother's perfectionism, I had nothing to fear. Somewhere around midnight the wind picked up and I felt energy flowing through my body in the form of an electrical discharge. I started shaking a little, but focused my thoughts to contain my awakening power. I finally did it and a few minutes after midnight my body was enveloped in a white light that was a bit blinding, so my mother closed her eyes, only opening them when it got dark again. Then only my eyes shone with white light for a few more seconds, and waves of energy were flowing all over my body. Magic from nature passed th

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

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.

“Probably before the stretch lights. We can do our homework at your house and then I can go home.” “Sounds like a plan best friend.”

the grumbly voice orders. "Of course," the guard answers back with a smile. Their hands grab the handles and they grimace at me. "Good luck, sweetheart." The doors fly open and the light from outside floods in. There's many people standing there watching me; most familiar faces of the workers here and others dressed in suits made for heists. with guns hanging by their belts. I slowly make my way down the aisle, keeping my eyes on the amazingly-decorated alter before me rather than the man I'm marrying.