A Marvelous Light Novels & Stories

She let out her words as she chanted in an old language, that I didn't recognize. The temperature dropped suddenly when she put in the last ingredient, and the pot let out a bluish smoke. Then Arkael appeared from the mist and walk to Shani, he let his hand out to her while she looked at him. It lasted seconds, then she was back to her usual self.

much better, like he had just been reborn. Not paralyzed anymore, he stood up and looked skyward. The sea of blue and violet stars began to change. It flashed white. The atmosphere of the black desert too lightened. Marcus raised one shimmering arm up and in one unexplained instant, the black space cracked revealing a white slit of light from the sky to the black sea. This produced violent waves and a loud rumble on the ground.

That night , Elina sleeps in Adrian's embrace as she hope , both of them will go back to their home in their world together. At midnight , a bright light falls from the sky into the couple's bedroom . Few guards and dark guards on duty shocks to see the light . But no one move as the head of the guards told them not too . The two men knew their master and madam had gone back to their world. The mysterious light seen by those city guards and those who still walks in the street but no one would thought the light go towards the Moo's mansion . Elina open her eyes when she can feels the heat of the morning sun on her face. Slowly she open her eyes hoping her husband will be at her side .

The particular quality of December light on water. The version of herself that had been there all along, underneath the architecture. Patient. Waiting. Growing toward light in the specific loyal way of things that didn't know they were supposed to give up. That was what she kept. That was everything. Mara read it once more. Then she sat back in her chair. Outside the window, the January city was doing its cold bright thing — the particular clarity of a Sunday morning in the new year, everything stripped to its essentials, the sky the hard blue of something that had decided to be honest.

"He didn't do anything wrong, technically." "He's a professional race car driver!" Jennifer dragged both hands down her face, her manicured nails digging into her cheeks. "That is not a small detail to leave out over morning coffee! He’s Rowan freaking Archer, Lavinia. The golden boy of Formula Racing! I'm not saying block him forever. I'm saying make him work for it. You don't just roll over the second a billionaire athlete says something sweet." "I'm not rolling over." "You're thinking about rolling over. I can see the exact moment your dignity leaves your body." She narrowed her eyes at me, leaning in close enough that I could smell her vanilla lip gloss. "Your whole face just did the thi

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

“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 light surrounding them intensified, casting away the shadows of despair that threatened to creep in. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the explosions ceased. The last bomb detonated with a deafening roar, but the barrier held firm. Marissa opened her eyes, breathing heavily as she surveyed the scene. The clearing was a mess of debris and smoke, but the pack was safe, encased in the shimmering light of her magic. They erupted into cheers, their relief palpable.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

He gazed down, uncertainty crossing his face, but she hid it beneath a sudden, bright smile. They emerged from the garden, lanterns suspended like stars among the trees. Soft music was being played—a swell of violins and harp merging into lilac and orange blossom scent. All was lovely. Too lovely, perhaps. The gathering was under a canopy of twilight sky and glittering fairy lights. Crystals and white peonies glimmered on the tables. A string quartet played softly in the background as servers began to circulate wine and canapés. Everything was beautiful, spotless, like a well-rehearsed dream by someone who was desperate to impress.