City Of Light Webtoon Novels & Stories

Faye's hair appeared after a few steps, and I was really moved by the despair I felt in her, with the need to eat anything as soon as possible. Vraxlon gestured with his hands, and the gates creaked with the peculiar sound of metal on stone before widening. Faye ran away, caring little about us. Vraxlon turned to me, lightly squeezing our intertwined fingers. "Welcome the city of pleasure, majesty," he greeted, and when the world took shape against the fog, I was in deep shock. The city of pleasure should have received a name that was fairer in its image. And I honestly would have easily called it the city of light, or the fluorescent city, because there were no stars or sunlight in the sky,

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

The two have recently increased their cultivation, pushing their speed to the limit, to the approaching dawn, the dawn and the moon, only to see in the distance there is a brightly lit large city, in the boundless night seems to be particularly prominent. Golden Sands City is known as the city that never sleeps, and it is true to its name. Even when the sky is about to dawn, the city is still brightly lit at the most peaceful time. The two stood on a hill outside the city, overlooking the city full of lights at night, the two of them naturally on the way here has been calculated, at this moment to look at each other, respectively into two black shadows, a flash that is gone, leaving only a f

The city was a beast that never slept, its breath a smoky haze mingling with the cold night air. From the balcony of my penthouse overlooking the sprawling metropolis, the lights below flickered like the dying embers of a war no one could avoid. Tomaso’s injury was a wound that bled into every corner of this city’s underworld — an empire on the edge of collapse, its pillars shaking beneath the weight of betrayal and ambition.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

They didn’t have magic. But they had something else. Their bond. Their will. Their strength. The silver inside me surged. Brighter. Stronger. It pushed through the poison. Through the darkness. The silver light spread through the foundations of the city. The blackness burned away. Turned to ash. One final flash of light exploded through the hall. Then it was gone. I collapsed forward. My forehead rested against the stone. My arms trembled. The silver scar glowed softly. The city was safe.

"And now, here I am. Just trying to live my best undead life." Freda’s mouth hung open. Pru dropped her book. Rita burst out laughing. "That’s the wildest backstory I’ve ever heard." Deidre smirked. "What can I say? I’m a treasure." That night, Rita stood by the window, watching the werewolves below. They played soccer under the moonlight, their movements fluid, effortless. Then—one of them stopped. He turned, his gaze locking onto her window. Short hair. He was the only one she’d seen without the typical long, flowing locks. His dark eyes burned even from this distance, his chest rising and falling like he’d caught a scent.

As I slowly got used to the warmth inside, I pulled out my phone with shaky hands, clinging to a sliver of hope. The only thing Marvin ever left me was his ancient, untouched social feed, which, to my surprise, got an update today. [Snowy day, sweetheart, and roast dinners — pure bliss.] The photo showed Wendy sprawled in front of a panoramic window, lost in the snowy view, with a table laden with bubbly drinks and roasted meals behind her. The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

The signal repeated. A welcome. An acknowledgment. A celebration. The First Light knew we were here. And somehow— that felt wonderful. As night settled around the silver roads, the city at the edge of dawn continued shining. Closer now. Near enough to touch tomorrow. Near enough to hear new stories waiting. Near enough to believe. The crew stood together at the bow. Six travelers from a city that had once been only a story. Approaching a city that had once been only a legend. Two lanterns calling to one another across the stars.