Bringer Of Light Novels & Stories

Emily's eyes are also wet and she was crying. "Shh... I know... I know everything. I felt the same. But please don't think about all these things. Don't cry, you have to take care of the baby. Don't cry, love. I can't see tears in your eyes, even it was because of me. You smile because when you smile you turned into a sun and brighten my every path. You are my light. So please don't shed your tears for such a useless person like me." Ryan said which makes Emily laugh. He was cursing himself but praising Emily.

Then she began reciting a Latin formula which was translated as follows: "Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..."

She picked it up and uttered, “Grandfather gave this to me. He told me that it shall protect me.” “This bracelet is the only bracelet which protects one from werewolves. I suppose you should not wear this.” “Why not?” “It is like a weapon used against werewolves. It can be harmful.” “I should just put it in the drawer then.” she opened her drawer and put the bracelet there. They both sat on the bed and Charles started to tell, “Dara same as humans, there are werewolves and vampires too.” “Wow!” Dara interrupted him, “I thought they were only a myth.”

Its limbs are contorted and its tail limp but its chest still glows. "We tried our blades, but they only hurt and anger it," someone says. I retrieve my sword from its sheath and step closer to the monster. Its eyes follow me, but it remains completely still, even when I am close enough to touch it. I raise my sword and shove it hard into its head. It doesn't scream, only hisses as its eyes slowly close. I yank my blade out and watch as the monster's body starts to collapse into dust. "No darkness can escape the Light Bringer," I mutter, glancing down at my sword. I whisper a few words in Latin, making the glow fade and the blade go still.

Chuckling to himself because a wealthy lady like Imara knew even less about the religion then he did, Ben said, “Lady of the Light.” Imara nodded. “Yes, that’s what he calls it. He said it’s in my blood.” As he softly slid his fingertips up and down Imara’s arm, Ben said, “You’re an ancient kind of creature. You’re very special. The ladies of the light decided who got to stay or had to be reincarnated when men were struck down in battle. You can drive all the darkness out of the most terrible of spaces with just a wave of your hand. I’ve seen some of that myself, Imara.”

" she asked the girl, with her voice which was barely above a whisper. The girl's eyes were seemed to bore into Aria's soul. "You are shadowbringer chosen to wield the power of the shadows," she said, with her voice filled in with an ancient wisdom. "Shadowbringer is one who walks between the light and the darkness, who brings balance to the forces that seek to destroy."

The Goddess turned and glared at the Creator, 'What havoc have you caused with your meddling this time?’ She was glowing with anger as she watched Katya racing through the woods, 'She contains the Darkness now?’ The Creator spoke softly, 'She contains the Darkness and you did not think to tell me?’ She hung her head and could not meet his eyes, 'Creator, she contains the Darkness and the Light, she is the true Light Bringer but now, oh dear Gods she also has the magic of the Vampyre Prince.' He caught her arm and spun her to face him,

He gave her a dirty look but still brought his hand up. A shimmering orb of light materialized in his hand. With it came a booming voice that seemed to be both outside and inside my head. I slammed my hands over my ears the moment it started to speak. “Born of royalty, bound to five, The collison of dark and light, Remaker of olden times, Night to his knees, Light to rise, Balance is once again in sight.” There’s a small pop as the light orb shrivels down in size and disappeared from Valentin’s hand. He closed his fist and set it back down at his side before recrossing his arms over his chest. He raises an eyebrow at me, questioning.

“There’s always light in the darkness, just as there is darkness in the light.” I watched as he swallowed before he reached out his hand towards me. I looked down at it, seeing this tiny little thing in it, something that shone in the lights coming from all around us. “A gift,” he answered, his voice low again. “If you would accept it.” It was a stone, a completely black stone, with a shiny surface that made it look like it contained stars.

Everything was dark, desolate and cold; devoid of life. From deep within this darkness appeared a bright flicker of light. White light. The flicker grew sporadically until a figurine began to manifest, materializing from the brilliance of flashing white lightning. The figurine’s extremely pale and near white visage then became visible. It was her. The goddess of war and death. The white lightning that arced all over her body then spread out, engulfing the darkness and revealing a completely destroyed earth. The sky was red as it rained fire, setting everything ablaze that it came into contact with.