Apotheosis Light Novels & Stories

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.

It only mentioned the next level after reaching the cultivation base of Tribulation Crossing would be the Immortalization realm. Charioce did not have time to listen to Alex’s nonsense. Instead, he saw the Tribulation Clouds overhead was getting denser. The power of laws in the middle of it was becoming more terrifying as well. He even seemed to see streams of radiating golden light on the Tribulation Clouds. “F*ck! There’s a Golden Light Lightning Talisman. So this can’t be the legendary Apocalyptic Lightning Tribulation of Golden Light, right?” Even Charioce’s heart was in his mouth.

Rhydian's shoulder trembled from the impact. "He keeps getting stronger," Rhydian muttered. Seraphine looked toward the Creator. "There must be another way." "There is." The Creator slowly raised one hand. A single beam of white light descended from the heavens. It landed between Kael and Lucien. The light slowly formed into a mirror. It was old. Its silver frame was cracked. Its surface shimmered like water. Lucien froze. His expression changed instantly. "No." The Creator spoke softly. "Look."

Instantly, a divine light filled the atmosphere. Unusual designs emerged on the surface. A holy glow ascended, enveloping Gideon in its brilliance. "By the power of the Primeval Light, break this enchantment!"

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed. “You’ll believe me more when you see night creatures.” She gestured behind me. “They’ve been sitting at the booth there for as long as we have.” I looked over. “Which ones?” “Don’t stare too long. Look at me.” I looked back at her. “We’re gonna slip away. I have a potion here. I’ve been saving this for emergencies.” She took out a small vial from her coat pocket. “What’s that for? And who are you talking about? Those men over there?” I pointed. She slapped my finger down.

Millent stepped forward, her voice resonating with a newfound strength. "Silas, your reign ends here," she declared, her words laced with conviction. "We possess the light that will drive back your darkness." Silas scoffed, his dark laughter echoing through the air. "You think your feeble light can conquer me? I am the embodiment of darkness itself." With a flourish, Millent raised the Celestial Beacon, its radiant glow illuminating the battlefield. A surge of brilliant light erupted, pushing back the encroaching darkness and engulfing Silas in its cleansing embrace.

Everything was dark, desolate and cold; devoid of life. From deep within this darkness appeared a bright flicker of light. White light. The flicker grew sporadically until a figurine began to manifest, materializing from the brilliance of flashing white lightning. The figurine’s extremely pale and near white visage then became visible. It was her. The goddess of war and death. The white lightning that arced all over her body then spread out, engulfing the darkness and revealing a completely destroyed earth. The sky was red as it rained fire, setting everything ablaze that it came into contact with.

Nothing happened. I quietly held back a don as well as my tears. Then.. Light slowly made its way through his palms, it was soft, warm and golden. And it flickered to life beneath his palms, spreading slowly across Darius’s body like sunlight breaking through darkness. The glow grew stronger and brighter. Until it surrounded him completely, wrapping around his body like something alive, something ancient… something powerful. Aurelian’s face tightened in concentration, his small frame trembling slightly as the light pulsed.

The Saint Agnes Hospital Gate chose us with the sound of a thousand charts closing. Bronze light flooded the morgue. The red chains snapped, reformed, and wrapped around the descending staircase behind Lu Wenhai. [Hospital Gate Outpost established.] [Functions unlocked: emergency soul intake, named passage, medical shelter blessing.] Lu Wenhai staggered as stolen incense tore from his chest in smoking threads. "Mine," he snarled. "No," Ava said. "Chart corrected."