City Of Light Webtoon Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

His eyes began to hurt from the intense brightness. Seconds later, the giant trolls were all blocked by the white light that came in between them and the great armies. The light made a cut across the battlefield separating the two parties. It was almost like a huge wall now. Its height going up to a hundred meters. King Sindrion Celeste looked at his wife knowingly. The others remained shocked and confused by the magical great light. Just before any of them could recover, the wall of light started to move forward, in different directions, like a semicircle expanding.

His hair is dark and low. "Dear Shadow walkers," he says loudly. I stand frozen in the spot taking deep breaths as the place gets crowded with the dwellers coming of out their houses. My heartbeat has gotten faster as they stare at me. I look to the ground, trying to calm myself. "This is Alice," Gabriel announces, pointing at me. "Alice Lintle." A few persons gasp in shock while other whisper to one another. "Let's welcome her as one of hers," he adds staring at me. His blue eyes are piercing. "Come," he whispers, stretching his hand to take mine. I look around as I let him take my hand. His grip is gentle as he holds my wrist. "To greatness," he yells, raising my arm high. The crowd cheers

But like the hopes of the city, the city lights were switched on, shining so brightly sending out their light to each end though not as compared to the sun. The sky was deprived of no moon, but the city lights made it possible to see through. "Just like the earth; when the sun bids us goodbye and the darkness comes, hiding the only thing that could help us see through the thick darkness which is the moon. the city lights are that little stars, that spark of hope that keeps on reminding us that the darkness shall pass away, and it shall soon be light again," Alina says staring at the city through the window. Ashley stares at her, not blinking.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

The line of lights belonging to the City of London slowly becoming visible through the cabin windows beneath the dark night marked the conclusion of an exhausting phase of great confrontation and turmoil. END OF CHAPTER 239.

Dylan explained casually. As an art appraiser, Dylan had studied many of the antiques and artefacts owned by their race and other friendly races, and he knew them quite well. "Which one is it?" Leonardo asked and turned off the notepad. "It's the Sword of Light. I remember my teacher told us back then that the Light City was named after the artefact buried in it," Dylan explained calmly as he tried to remember everything about the city. He went to his part of the office and brought out a very thick antique book. Flipping through the pages, he stopped on a page with a small sword drawn on it.

Lunaris City. The heart of the modern werewolf world. A bright city, merciless, and alive with dominance. The air itself seemed charged with energy, like the hum before a storm. Skyscrapers scraped the belly of the moon, and neon signs pulsed across buildings that never seemed to sleep. Wolves brushed past me in tailored suits and leather jackets, their scents mingling with the moonlight. This was a city where power ruled, and weakness was prey. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. I had already been prey once. But now, it won’t happen again.

“We can still stop it—” She looked down at their joined hands, then at him. “I don’t think you can stop me anymore,” she whispered. Before he could respond, her body dissolved into a cloud of golden particles, scattering into the storm. Adrian shouted, reaching out—but his hand closed on empty air. The whispers grew louder, echoing across the sky. And in the distance, where the golden light met the horizon, a new structure began to rise—massive, intricate, alive. A city made of light.