Blinding Light Show Triumph Novels & Stories

“Use the light! Phoenix use the light!” I close my eyes, summoning the energy within me. When I opened them, my ah day glowed with the same golden light I had wielded before. The spirits shrieked as I unleashed it upon them. The light cutting through the darkness, sending us scattering into nothingness. Talon watched me, eyes full of determination and admiration. “You are incredible,” he murmured. I smirked. “You’ve known that before now.” But our victory is short-lived. A deeper, heavier force stirs in the shadows. The ground trembles beneath our feet.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

I attempt to cover myself up with the bright light shining on me, but it is of no use. Crayvin sticks his hand in the water and nods before he turns to look at me in a flirtatious way.

I already can’t forgive myself for failing her. As my rage builds, so does the magic built into me. My fur stands on end as tracks of blue lightning snap around me. My claws and teeth begin to glow as my eyes glow a brighter blue. Right as Levantus falls, I plow right into Sego’s side. I’m fast as lightning and my claws and teeth are sharper than normal. I tear into his side, hearing him howl out in agony. His ability can’t keep up with the energy coming off of me. My lightning tears into him and stuns the energy that has been working to heal him.

Sparks cascaded around them like falling stars. Cressida rose above the barrier, her hands glowing with radiant energy. Her eyes blazed as she unleashed a spiral of golden light that lanced into the heart of the storm. For a heartbeat, it seemed the tempest itself bowed to her command, the vortex twisted inward, then shattered in a burst of light. Silence followed. Then the ring of triumph: “Wyverndale claims the first victory!” The arena erupted in thunderous applause. Spectators cheered, banners flared, and chants of Wyverndale’s name echoed across the sky.

Tears blurred the page as I signed. Six years erased in a stroke. I turned to leave— Luke grabbed my wrist. "Emma… you did the right thing." "Once Fiona’s better, I’ll reclaim you. I promise." Jim hugged me, beaming. "mom! I’m so proud of you! You’re finally being selfless!" Their happy faces and joyful laughter tore the last flickering flame of hope within me to shreds. I had once feared this world enough to stay—for them—trapped in this infirmary prison. But now? Now I prayed for death to claim me swiftly.

Yet suddenly, like a beacon of hope to all, a warm yellow light, so strong and bright that one would mistake its presence to be the sun, shined in the midst of the blind chaos of war. It glowed unrelentingly and unforgivingly, chasing the shadows into oblivion and turning gathered demons into dust. And facing the full brunt of the magnificence, in the middle of the short-paused war, was Jonathan. He stumbled on nothing as he hurriedly stepped away from the harsh light, his own bright eyes blinded by the sheer force. His cloak of black and blood red magic swirled around him in a tornado of speed, crackling in the air like tittering birds, to cover him from the assault.

There always exists light to repel it. The ritual finally reached its peak with a sudden burst of blinding energy. The glowing symbols' light beamed at the shadowy figure, surrounding it with a dazzling, burning halo. The chamber reverberated with the figure's screams as it disappeared completely, leaving only a fading shadow behind. The room became quiet, the heavy pressure easing. Eva and Xander were breathless, their exhausted bodies shaking. It had been accomplished by them. They had emerged victorious over the darkness inhabiting the den.

In a moment of rage, I seized the trophy from Cody and charged at Sydney like a madwoman. "AAH!" However, the trophy hit Cody's back instead. He pushed hard, and the trophy's sharp edge sliced across my face. Blood stained the carpet as the trophy fell to the floor. "Jenny, have you lost your mind?" In his blind spot, Sydney shook a remote control at me. It was a remote control for a bomb! There were only three minutes left on the countdown! She took out a handkerchief to wipe away my blood, smiling provocatively and triumphantly at me. "Your mother is in the car outside, the same one that hit her and paralyzed her. I specifically bought it back."

It was here, it was now, and it was ours to win. I walked toward the window, looking down at the city, the lights glowing like the embers of a dying star. I wasn't afraid. I was ready to step out of the shadows, ready to take my place in the light, and ready to show the world exactly what happened when you tried to destroy the people I loved. The gala was in forty-eight hours. The trap was set. And the machine and the artist, the protector and the survivor, were finally ready to bring the entire thing crashing down.