Danmachi Light Novels & Stories

Damon stopped laughing as he hissed Ann, "Are you trying to attract demons with your pathetic little light magic?!" The light in Ann's palm dimmed. Ann's eyes fixed on Damon's movement when he put his hand in his pocket -- "Are you scared of me, a humble human?" Damon sneered, "Even if I have a gun, I doubt I can put a hole through your body before you put one through mine, right?" Ann sneered coldly, watching Damon pulling out his hand, and there in his palm, laid a pure black orb. "What's that?" Asked Ann with Alert in her voice.

That soft and airy voice greeted me. Like the voice in the Darkness, or I guess that’s just his name, her voice came from everywhere. But unlike him, I didn’t get this creepy feeling. “If he’s Darkness, what does that make you? Light? And if this is a game of chess, what piece am I? Whose side am I on? “I questioned. “Is this a game between you and him?” “Yes. I am Light. I would call you the Queen’s Bishop, which makes you so important. And why you have to get out of the hold this witch has.” Light explained.

Anna takes out a blade and is ready to attack but Lavi shakes his head. “Damien,” he calmly begins. “You know very well that we are innocent. The real culprit is Moira and her father!” “I do not care who the real murderer is,” Damien whispers. “I just need to kill you-” “AHHHHH!” A sudden burst of purple light hits him and he falls backwards. His men draw their swords and try to attack Lavi’s group but the purple light hits them as well. Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine.

X I sent it and then changed chats to message Damon; L: Shouldn’t be surprised you were gone before I woke up, but I wished you would stay longer :( x Miss you already xx I waited for a few minutes for a reply; D: I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you and promise to stay until you’re awake next time. What are you doing tonight? Xx L: You better ;) Well, I’ve asked the girls if they wanna hang out tonight, but you can join if you want? Xx

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

Somewhere between silence and memory, we got lost. Then the lights flickered. Once. Then died. Just like that, the hallway dropped into shadow. Just like that. Dark. I stopped breathing for a second. Damian didn’t. He pulled open a drawer. Matches. A few thick white candles. He lit one, the tiny flame shaking before it caught. Then another. The light it cast wasn’t steady, it danced. It flickered across his jaw, the scar under his eye, the tired set of his shoulders. He looked older in candlelight. Not worn. Just real.

"Ms. Leighton, this entire diary is obviously fabricated nonsense. There's no point reading any further!" As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and tried calling me. "You little jerk! Get over here right now and explain yourself to everyone!" But how could the call possibly connect? I had already died in the hills from snake venom. The livestream comments went wild again. [He's not answering because he feels guilty!] [That diary was definitely written afterward! He just can't stand seeing his brother get into Kingstone College!] [Exactly. If he was really assaulted, why wouldn't he call the police? Is he dumb?]

Her eyes are full of mercy, as if forgiving all the sins of the world. I take a picture of the painting. The glossy varnish reflects the light like a mirror. I post it to social media. The caption: "Seeing the light." —— Damien's POV I stare at the photo on my phone. Zooming in again and again. "Seeing the light." A damn word game. She's mocking me. I zoom in as far as I can. Stare at the blurred reflection. The silhouette of a man. Handing her something. The gesture is natural. Intimate. Like two lovers.

Back then, Lucas had said with a laugh, "Like anything would happen. Don't let her intrude on our private time." Still, out of politeness, I had exchanged numbers with her in the end. After a moment's hesitation, I tapped the message open. In the video, Serena was wearing a striking red dress. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders. Her posture was seductive, and her face glowed with a smug smile. Standing beside her was Lucas. His coat was off, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired, yet completely at ease.

It took about a hour for me to reach the spot Mena wanted to meet at and now I’m nervous I just want this to go right no rush but I would love to seal the deal sooner than later so I have to be careful with this girl she seems so jumpy I was taken out of my thoughts by the time she walked out the door to some warehouse she was a sight I mean legs for days thick thighs and assets sitting just right making me wanna take a bite I bet she taste as good as she looks she’s wearing a thigh length red dress with heels simple but classy I get out my car to greet her and we do introductions then all pile up to head to the bowling alley Mena The bowling alley was nice it’s probably the biggest one I ha