Aya Green Lantern Novels & Stories

Silvermoon was an administrative powerhouse, and the name Aelia was whispered across the packs the Continental Heir, the Light of the new era. Aelia was now a bright, curious child of nine, full of the playful energy of the pack. She carried my silver Light energy the essence of healing and elemental stability but it was intertwined with a startling, innate command over Earth energy, a signature that mirrored the depth of Drax's power, yet was naturally born into her without effort.

Leah looked at Jayden making him feel uneasy. "Can you bind us in a protective shield?" Leah asked as she sat down at the head of the two. Jayden nodded and guided by Fin, he created a protective shield glowing fiery blue around the three of them. They all watched as Leah looked straight ahead and placed her palms on both of their forehead. Kyana trembled, and Gia clutched onto Giselle as they saw their little sister's eyes turn hazy before even her pupils turned white just like her sclera.

The crescent moon symbol on her forehead blazed to life, casting a stark, blinding light across the darkened sanctuary. "Gina, no!" Lucien shouted, trying to shield her as three more hunters burst through the windows. But Gina didn't need shielding. She extended her hands, palms open. The spirit energy of the island, which Lyra had been struggling to control, suddenly recognized its true master. It rushed toward Gina like a tidal wave, wrapping around her forearms in ribbons of pure, ethereal white light.

It crackles and swirls as I see it glow brightly and I pull it forward, holding my hands out in front of me as I direct it into my palms. “I Gaia Williams, the wolf Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. Call upon the gods to lend me your power to grant me the permission to save your friend, my aunt, and our Moon Goddess. I forgive you, Selene, for everything you have done.” I open my eyes as the light grows in my palms. Selene opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.

Yaya says curtly. I understand now, to a small degree, the frustration that Yaya and her brother must feel. They are villainized before people give them a chance to prove otherwise. Yaya places her hands on Kent and Landon again, keeping her eyes open as they begin to glow like a raging fire. She murmurs to herself in Latin again and I watch as her hands glow a bright orange, the light traveling into Kent and Landon, snaking through their veins. Archie’s jaw hangs open like a fish, while Claire and Morgan clutch onto each other, holding their breaths.

I thought I won't be able to find them again, and so I cried, a lady guard attended to me and she guided me to reunite with my parents, and then in an instant I was found. 'Some people lose themselves every night, Along with the dying and living lights, Some people lose themselves in purpose, To forget, be numb, prevent what is supposed, Even then the morning comes and the sun will rise, They push through from their mistakes, from their vice, Some people cry, some people hope, and some fight, But among all of them be the one who does what is right.' "Okay baby, goodnight."

Larasati was also worried. "No need. He told us to leave, which means he has other plans. But, I doubt it. I hope he's not stupid and dies a silly death." Ki Janggan Nayantaka prayed for the young man's safety. Rangga Jaya tried to control Agneyastra's arrows with the firebending and airbending techniques of the Pillar of Air. But neither of these could be done. The Agneyastra arrow is a collection of sacred fire energy belonging to Lord Agni which is a divine heirloom-shaped weapon. It was difficult to control a divine weapon issued by a person.

The green is not just on our hands, but as Balder sends me a mental image, I am covered head to toe in forest green light. ‘PROTECT YOUR LUNA!’ Kendrick screams in a massive mindlink, making wolves from all sides make a protective barrier so we cannot be seen from the outside, standing alongside my parents and my brother. Lilliana joins the circle, facing off the remains of the enemy. Many of them are already dead, or deadly wounded. ‘Don’t you dare die on me, Liam!’ I link him, trying to keep him from fading too far away. ‘I’m trying not to, baby.’ He links me back, but it is faint. Then someone else joins me, and when I look up, Ember has given me control back, it’s Lilliana.

But as the white fire hit Dante, it Bent. He was a "Dampening-Field" of one. He pulled the energy into himself, his body acting as a massive, biological sponge. I watched from the docks as the white dome grew, then suddenly turned a deep, bruised Emerald-Gold. He was filtering the destruction. He was turning the Lunar-fire back into the "Green-Awakening" frequency I had started. The shockwave hit the shore not as a wall of fire, but as a Gale of Life. The black, shriveled vines in the streets suddenly snapped back to vibrant green. The soot in the air turned into flower petals. The receding ocean hit the "Gaea-Wall" and shattered into a gentle, cooling mist.

Verra eventually and reluctantly had to summon her remnant spirit. She pulled out her wooden gauntlets and strapped them to her hands. She channeled mana into the weapon, a green and brown shadow zipped out of the energy core and cast a shadow over the battlefield. It was a giant frog, no smaller than the Carbonemys. Its body was covered in brown scales like a dragon, and its back was populated by millions of massive green trees.