Bringer Of The Light Novels & Stories

No matter what you call this power that watches over you - God, fate or something else - this power watches over you, loves you and wants your happiness, but also must be sure that you will not doubt it when the dark times come. Friends, let yourself be carried away by the power of love, never doubt it, and somewhere along the way you will feel the true happiness that only love can give you. It is love that will keep you in the power of the Light, protecting from the dirty claws of Darkness.

"This is a ninth-grade life-creating pill, a highly powerful mediation that our tribe has crafted after coming across the Tri-Light Divine Water." Severin's eyes widened in astonishment and gratitude. The Tri-Light Divine Water was named as such because it comprised sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. Sunlight eroded blood essence and physical form; moonlight ate away at primordial spirit and soul; starlight devoured the true essence of mana—when all three were combined together, they had very potent healing properties and was capable of resurrecting the near-dead.

A man accompanied her, carrying a luggage bag. "Guess who came to visit us!" She exclaimed, gesturing at him. The man stepped forward, unwinding the scarf from his neck. He was tall, with neatly combed dark hair and he had a strong resemblance to Justin but with a broader physique. "Harden!" The twins shouted, jumping up to greet him. That’s when it clicked—Justin’s older brother. As Harden playfully tousled the twins’ hair, Miss Sonia clapped her hands. "I wanted him to surprise everyone at dinner!"

The creature’s deafening roar echoed through the shattered clearing, its monstrous form writhing as it lunged at Lena once more. But Lena stood firm, her mother’s warmth still coursing through her. The light within her had become more than a force, it was an extension of her will, a bond forged from sacrifice and love. Kaden and Lucan flanked her, their weapons ready, but it was Lena who raised her hand once again. A brilliant light erupted from her palm, this time encompassing not just the creature but the dark fissures that had opened around them.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

Nash stumbled back, his face ashen. "Retribution… Retribution… "Ha, haha… Retribution!" I coolly watched him shuffle away, a broken man. Any love between us had crumbled away, just like that busted ceramic doll. ... It was not long after Nash's exit that Calvin showed up. I had just gotten back from some errands when Calvin was suddenly there, waiting. "Jo, I've been waiting for you. I–"

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

" My voice was shaking with terror as I asked. She remained silent. Rather, she moved in closer and stroked my hair. I felt like I had known her my entire life, so I didn't flinch. Then she moved close to me and said softly but firmly in a whisper, "The light rests inside of you." Follow the fire when it beckons. I stood confused, surprised by what she had said. She caressed my cheek again and gave me a dejected smile. "Take care my child," she whispered. Suddenly, a thick, silvery fog rose from the ground. It lifted her off her feet, curling around her like a living creature. "Hold on—!" I cried out as I reached through the fog, but all I could grasp was cold mist. "Who are you? Who is Lig

He reached me, and his body slammed into mine. My eyes were closed. But I felt the heat. I burned, then opened my eyes and saw Cadmus, and I was surrounded by a fiery light, a circle forming around us. The light shimmered and pulsed, pushing back any enemies who tried to get close. Its warmth wrapped us in a shield. It felt like more than just protection, the light drew from our connection; a bond built on trust and defiance. The enemy hesitated, sensing a power they couldn’t understand. Cadmus held my hand tightly. "Ready?" he asked, his eyes glowing amber. I nodded.

"She deserves better than this." What Peter doesn't know, what none of them realise, is that the Goddess has plans of her own. As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, marking the approach of the ceremony, ancient magic stirs within the pack lands. The Claiming Stones in the ceremonial circle pulse with energy, preparing for a revelation that will shatter carefully laid plans and force long-buried truths into the unforgiving light.