Bringer Of Light Novels & Stories

she paused dramatically then continue, as both of us hold our silence waiting for her words. "...you were being molded, your power grew with each misfortune, the sympathy, the sadness it made you who you are right now. You hold great healing power that Florence will need, you are the only person that could handle her, you Florence will have lots in front of you, but you will survive it all with Walter by your side. Arkael is one of those lots, more will come for your help once words are spread. I'm actually torn here, this is a double-edged sword... if you decided to help Arkael. First, you will definitely have his gratitude he would be in debt for the rest of his mortal life, yes...he would

Atticus narrowed his eyes and studied me. "What is Lugh light?" I asked curiously. Sawyer chuckled, "Lugh is the Irish God of light and that flash you do is called Lugh light. It is a very rare gift…" "And something that your mother has given you because I can not do it," Atticus said while rubbing his chin in thought.

I repeated my question and now I am lost in translation and started to feel confused. "I forgot to introduce ourselves. Where is my manner?" the light entity said in a very kind manner. "We are the Creators. I am the Light and that is the Darkness." "You may be wondering if we are also known as the Good and the Evil because I am the Dark one and that is the Light? It is purely a stereotype! Light cannot live without Darkness, and we co-exist to keep the balance and equality," the Darkness said to me. “I never imagined that I was here in front of the Creators talking to them so casually like they are just ordinary beings,” I said to myself.

The night accepted him like an old friend. And though he walked alone, the shadows no longer felt empty. For wherever the light touched them, she was there. Kimberly. The Luna of the Blood Moon. The girl who brought peace to both worlds — and left love in the darkness. ---

'Just a year more' she recited in her head as she comforted herself. As dusk arrived she headed out of her office, tracing her track back home. The city slowly started to grow lively with the light and noise of the night life. She took the stairs to head upstairs. As she opened the door, the darkness that engulfed the room was sparked up with the flip of the switch. The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness.

Azren's chest rises on a slow inhale beneath me. I twist so I can look up at him. "Daddy?" I say softly, and his gaze drops to me instantly. I can actually see him melt. "What's the Light of Return?" I ask. He exhales through his nose, his thumb brushing the shell of my ear. "It's... a key," he says after a moment. "A way to open a door to the Underworld and send the dark spirits back where they belong. No more possession. No more voices. No more waking up and finding out you hurt someone you love."

I smiled and told him, "Didn't you say this divorce is just a pretense? I believe you." He froze for a second, guilt written all over his face. I felt a tiny sense of victory inside. He should feel guilty after all those years. I wish he would feel that way forever. The next day, Eric came home really early, carrying a big box. "Wendy, there's a fancy dinner tonight, and they said to bring your spouse. Will you come with me?"

“We were separated when the world was split. He was sent to the deep to mourn, and I was sent to the sun to burn. But you, little Weaver, you brought us back together. You gave us the bridge. And now, I am going to finish what we started three thousand years ago.” ​“And what is that?” I asked, my shadows rising to meet the blinding light. ​“I am going to turn the world into a jewel,” the Light-Bringer said, spreading his arms. “A perfect, unchanging monument to the light. No more decay. No more death. No more shadows. Just the eternal, frozen brilliance of the sun.” ​“That is not life,” Winnie shouted. “That is a tomb!” ​“It is perfection!” the figure roared, and the pillar of light in the c

She was surrounded by an aura of pure light, and her presence filled Rorik and Lyra's pack with a sense of hope and renewal. The woman introduced herself as Aria, the Guardian of Light, and she had come to help them in their fight against the darkness. With her powers of light and healing, she was able to turn the tide of the battle, restoring hope to Rorik and Lyra's pack and weakening their opponents. Together, they fought on, with Aria's powers of light providing a powerful counterbalance to the darkness of their opponents. And in the end, they emerged victorious, with the dark creatures defeated and their pack standing strong.

I pointed out. "We know," Tiana smirked. She reminded me of Monica, "but we are fae and more powerful than you think," she brushed her straight as a pin chestnut hair over her shoulder, obsidian eyes dancing with mischief. "Care to elaborate?" She flicked her wrist and her entire hand was engulfed in flames. In a fluid motion, she turned her hand around so her palm faced up and the ball of fire danced within the palm. The ball shifted and molded itself into a wolf, prancing on the tips of it's paws, and with a loud, angry growl the ball extinguished itself, "I am what we call a light bringer. Anything that beings light can be manipulated by me or I can create it at pure will. Fire just so ha