Bright Guardian Akira Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Null shrugged, disinterested as the clearly human warrior demanded from him answers that he can easily give but was too unamused to care that she had resorted to being allied with a mere mortal. When he could've given her more. "Answer!" Akram shouted in anger as he glanced once more at his friend then back to the man and fired. The former just exhaled and let the arrow flew through the air, and once it hit his barrier, it disintegrated into ashes, the last remains falling to the ground. The hunter stared at what happened in disbelief, his eyes wide. He clearly saw what happened, but it doesn't mean that he would believe it. There must be an explanation.

He was calm, controlled and serious. “We live in the middle of a forest,” he continued. “We’ve been attacked before.” A chill ran down my spine. “Attacked?” “Several times.” I stared at him but he didn’t flinch. “The people here are safer now because they know how to fight. They’ve trained for years. They know how to protect themselves.” His gaze settled on me. “You don’t.” I couldn’t argue with that. “You won’t always have someone around to save you, Aria.”

Nio . "I know, Sari explained everything to me.": Ghtraht replied, holding her tighter. They sat there, in each other's embrace, silent. Finally, Ghtraht picked her up and carried her to her tent. Nio, unaware of his friend's pain, practiced. He decided to go slowly. He first started with the elements, controlling one by one. Just a speck of dust, raised from the ground. A light breeze created from the calm air. Gently trembling the leaves of the tree. There was no need to do

she said in a small voice. I chuckled before patting her head. "Don't worry, you'll have a lot of chances to fight later," I consoled her. Suddenly, a flashing green light that was as sharp as a knife was directed at us. I lifted a hand and the green light made contact with my gray one. Immediately, the green light once again disappeared. The old woman saw this and sent more flashing green lights towards me. It was as if small hurricanes were directed towards our direction. However, all of them disappeared upon getting in contact with my gray aura.

Third Person POV Livie is dragged out of the dungeon by a guard and Gunther, followed by Skylar and his dad, alpha Noah Morrison. Her body is filled with bruises, blood, and evidently a few broken bones. Though Skylar can care less about what has happened to her, he is pissed off. She is supposed to leave tomorrow morning as one of the peace offerings to the Dark Moon. If things don't work out accordingly, he and his dad will not be able to talk the Dark Moon alpha into protecting them.

“She’s gone. I lost her… and my child.” Lucifer’s gaze softened with empathy. “We’ll honor their memory. We’ll make sure their deaths are not in vain.” As they spoke, Mikhail’s sharp eyes caught sight of a figure emerging from the smoke. A woman, her body covered in burns and soot, staggered towards them, clutching a child in her arms. Mikhail rushed forward, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear. “Help her!” Mikhail called, his voice filled with urgency. He reached the woman, carefully taking the child from her. The woman’s breaths were ragged, and her strength was nearly gone. She looked at Mikhail with pleading eyes before collapsing, her final breath escaping her lips.

Since Aakriti's betrayal, the cigarette had become a crutch for him, a coping mechanism for the emotional turmoil. His attire exuded a blend of sophistication and casual charm. Clad in a white and black suit, a slightly grown beard framing his face, and brown hair artistically scattered across his forehead, Ahil presented a handsome and commanding figure. Bandages adorned his forehead, a visible reminder of the recent injury. Two buttons on his shirt, consistently left open, added a touch of nonchalant charisma to his overall appearance. Lost in his own world, Ahil was driving when suddenly a girl appeared in front of his car. Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering

but Zara silenced me with a sharp look. "Unless you wish to concede weakness and surrender the Luna's mantle here and now?" Gritting my teeth, I shook my head mutely. I couldn't show the slightest crack in my resolve before these scavengers. They would seize upon any tiny vulnerability like wolves tearing into wounded prey.. Zara's grin widened, taking perverse delight in my wordless acceptance. "I thought not. Best get a head start while you can, little omega." The mocking laughter that followed after the huntress melted back into the shadows made my blood boil. But before I could spit whatever defiant retort sprang to my lips, the wizened form of Akira loomed into my vision.

A small flicker of joy warmed my chest, but it was short-lived. “Don’t get your hopes up,” came a familiar voice, laced with venom. I turned to see Akira, her ever-present scowl firmly in place. My gaze went to the burn mark on her face. I couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't healing yet. Sarah stood beside her, her expression more neutral. “You’re not fit to be a Luna,” Akira sneered. I sighed, too tired to argue. “I don’t think so,” Sarah interjected. “She has the qualities of one.”