Borrowed Light Novels & Stories

There were cords which ran from the tangled image, stretching from it one way upward and the other down into the depths of the library's hidden chambers. 'What is he doing?' She watched him as he took a breath and slowly exhaled. As he did, there came a faint glow from beneath his palm. He removed his hand from the patterned wall, and she saw the shimmering light like liquid gold as it began to fill the carvings of a careful craftsman. The light flowed from the center of the pattern, making its way through the channels to the outside of the detailed stonework and out through the cords, carried by them in either direction. There was a strange warmth to this beautiful light, and it was as a ri

she had to try it. Terra raised her hand up and used the bond, feeling it connect with that of jason. She could feel his suffering, his pain, but she delved deeper, into his very being and drew from the light. Terra refused to open my eyes in case she was just embarrassing herself, then she heard the gasps of breath and opened them. In her front was a swirl of light, shinning gold as it illuminated the whole hall. It formed the shape of Jason as it pushed any sign of darkness out of the room.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

- Aeriol "I conjure the land that gives vitality" - Lynx "I conjure the water that springs life" - Lalaine "Protect thy rose of power, until its owner claim it with honors. Evil is sealed as love will spring." They said in unison. Bright light sprouts from the ground and envelopes the rose. It is slowly pulled it out and rest its root in a ceramic glass. A bright light wrap the rose as it slowly turn to a clear glass. From the roots a trail of gold slowly forming.

Assuming I find a way out of this fucking maze. My feet are sore and my body is stiff. My fingers are numb from cold and my nose has started to drip from the chill. But I keep walking. And then, just when I'm starting to give up hope again, I see it - a hazy bit of light above the top of one of the hedges. My steps quicken as I move toward it. I follow the hedge, keeping my eyes on the light. It's dim, diffused, but I recognize it now for what it is - light pollution from the house. It's not much, but out here at the estate, twenty minutes from Barberville or any other town, even the light from a couple of windows is noticeable. I keep the light in my sight and move toward it as much as I ca

Light said. In the heart of the hidden sanctuary, where secrets and shadows intertwined, a complex tapestry of emotions played out within Athena's heart. As the soft light of the ethereal crystals cast dancing patterns on the walls, Athena stood facing Light, her gaze holding a mix of sincerity and deception. Light's eyes searched Athena's face, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Athena," she repeated again,, her voice gentle yet probing, "I've noticed how you stand by Ardolf's side. There's an intensity in your eyes when you look at him. Is there something more between you two?"

She scrolled through her phone, desperate for ideas. Her mind caught on something small, something she had overlooked before: the shadows avoided the light. Even the flickering streetlights forced them into the darker edges. Perhaps light could be her weapon—temporary, limited, but enough to create space. Emma scanned the landing. Old, broken neon signs hung above the street, some still buzzing with faint electricity. If she could trigger one, even for a few seconds, it might give her an advantage. She moved quickly, heart racing, and found a broken service box at the base of a nearby sign. She twisted wires together, sparks flying. The neon sign buzzed to life with a sharp crack, light floo

The memory burned like poison: That rainy night years ago, when I found her—a starving orphan, shivering by the trash bins. My foolish kindness made me bring her home. I begged my parents to feed her. I made Kane buy her new clothes. And what did it earn me? Within weeks, she had stolen my room, my family, my life. My parents doted on her while criticizing me. Kane remembered her birthday but forgot mine—even though they were just one day apart. My belongings became hers. My love, her trophy. Fiona’s whisper still haunted me: "Why should you have everything when I had nothing?"

It begins to glow with a reddish copper hue and soon becomes redder as the Blood Moon. Magnus raises his arms, invoking the power of The Church of the Divine Light and The Order of Shadows. Shadows seem to converge upon him, intertwining with the radiance of the torchlight, creating an ethereal fusion of light and darkness. The low, resonant chant by the surrounding elders echoed off the mountains.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.