Arrow Of Light Book Novels & Stories

“Ara. You are the light I have sought in the deepest darkness.” Ara, for the first time in her life, seemed speechless. He reached for her hand, his touch sending a visible spark through the air. She didn’t recoil. Instead, a slow, radiant smile spread across her face, chasing away the last vestiges of her apprehension. She had found her counterpoint, her balance.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

Arrow's face lit up with a radiant smile, like a sunrise breaking over the horizon, as he took my hands in his. "I'm not going back to you," he said in that emotional tone, his heart making some sort of promise. I had been so angry inside angry the way water gets before it reaches its boiling point-but it cooled at once, a storm over after its initial onslaught, subsiding into serene stillness. I looked up at Arrow and sought his eyes as a voyager does when looking for the lighthouse from the shore. "But you were clever," I said, my voice heavy with reluctant admiration, the admiration of an adversary acknowledging a worthy opponent.

The book began to glow with a blinding, white light. “I am going to the Cradle of Ancients,” she said. “And I am going alone.” “Like hell you are!” Ash yelled, stepping toward her. “Stay back!” Rhea screamed, and the light from the journal exploded, filling the room with a force that knocked everyone to their knees.

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.

The library keeper stared. Alaric stared back. Then both of them laughed simultaneously. The crew exchanged confused looks. Hope pointed dramatically. Again. "You know each other." Elowen shook her head. "Not exactly." Alaric nodded. "Only through stories." Which somehow made perfect sense. And no sense at all. The First Light apparently operated according to very specific rules. Alaric approached the dock. Slowly. Carefully. His eyes never left Elowen. "You preserved them." Silence.

I was flabbergasted as I watched her bow deeply and say, “You must be the light master…” “Ummm…hmmm, Your wife surpasses you in intelligence, son.” “ What, light master?” I said shaking my head incredulously. “‘When the world is at the brink of war, the light master would come to guide us… to dispel the darkness with the light of knowledge.’ I read this prophecy in the History of Golden Shifters. There is also a description of the Light Master in the book. The moment I saw him, I knew that he is the legendary Light Master”

Turning around with a raised brow, I smirked. "I didn't even know you could read," "Oh, ha ha," Arrow rolled his deep brown eyes, taking a John Keats leather bound book off the shelf. A true smile rose to my lips at seeing this. "You like John Keats?" "The one and only," Placing my book back, Arrow leaned his back against the shelf and flipped to a random page. "Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering."