Asterisk War Light Novels & Stories

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

As she reached an intolerable peak of excitement, Lara sank her teeth into his shoulder and was flung over the edge into quivering, whimpering fulfillment at the same time as he was. His breathing pattern roughly audible, Christophe dealt her a shattered glance and slowly lowered her limp body to the floor again, glittering golden eyes still pinned to her. Christophe dropped a kiss on to her eyebrow and began rearranging her dress with hands that were uncharacteristically clumsy. “We’d better get out of here…” He indicated the red light flashing behind the open control panel, readjusting whatever he had previously put out of place at speed. “In a matter of seconds, security will be here.”

​The soldier let go of the weapon, stumbling back in shock. ​"The war is over," Alaric said, walking up beside me. He looked at the helicopters. He raised his hand, and the violet light from his palm shot upward. It didn't hit the helicopters. It hit the searchlights, turning the harsh white beams into a soft, calming glow.

War in the Dark The aircraft's hatch slammed open, exposing Natalia's warship in the distance, a floating fortress made of death and steel and equipped with weapons capable of world annihilation. Through the darkness, its red navigation lights shone like hungry eyes, anticipating a final reckoning. Damien stared at the command tower that rose from the reinforced deck of the cruiser with a dark, scorching gaze. The ultimate objective... the last conflict His tone shifted to something icy and deadly.... "This time... she doesn't leave."

I saw the world not as a battlefield, but as a masterpiece of woven light. ​The wave hit the black tide and neutralized it in an instant. The oily shadows vanished, replaced by a soft, silver mist. I looked up at the sky and saw the Black Star imploding. It did not explode; it simply folded in on itself, becoming smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a pinprick of light that winked out of existence. ​The Whispering Wastes went silent. The ghosts vanished. The violet glass dunes lost their sickly glow, becoming nothing more than inert sand. The war for the Three Crowns was over. The Star was dead.

Voice shook with equal joy and sorrow. Ezra held her, one palm stroking her braid. “Sparks ignite stars.” She nestled under his chin, listening to his heart. For a time they simply breathed, letting the fortress bustle around them. Then Alara lifted her head, new purpose gleaming. “There is still danger. But I have light enough for all the shadows he casts.” Ezra kissed her gently. “Where you shine, I shine beside you.” He rested his forehead to hers. “And the moment this war is done, I intend to dance under real stars with you—no dreams required.”

Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep, ready for battle, ready for blood. I raised the first wolf's blade. The light exploded—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as the hope that had carried us through every battle, bright as the love that bound us together. The light washed over the pack, over the walls, over the gates, pushing back the darkness.

Very fast. And Damien would have no choice but to let her go. I turned back to the mirror, practicing my usual weak expression again. Wide eyes. Soft lips. A small tremble in my voice. Perfect. Then I whispered quietly. “Astrid… if you think you can take Damien away from me…” My smile widened slightly. “You’re about to learn exactly who you’re dealing with.” Outside the window, thunder rolled faintly in the distance. The war between packs was coming. But the real war…

The valley below was a tapestry of bioluminescent lights—the fires of the village, the glow of the Aether-groves, and the shimmering trails of wolves running through the indigo grass. "It’s done," Kael said, his crystal hand resting on the stone railing. "The realm is stable. The packs are unified. The history books will call this the end of the Age of War." "It’s just the beginning, Kael," Ariyah said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "The Aether is still growing. The world beyond the Five is starting to look north. We’ve built a lighthouse, but now we have to make sure the light doesn't blind us."