Romans & histoires Does Light Turn Into A Shinigami

The next thing, the beast start running towards him, ready to pounce on him with its hoof. "Man, I gonna die!!" Spiro closed his eyes, he had already lost hope because the beast was already upon him. But at the last second, Lightning came in striking the beast and turning it into crisp. One thing was strange, instead of the normal blue lighting, it was silver lightning. "Are you okay?" Vic asked Spiro who was still closing his eyes. "Am I dead already?" Spiro asked as he start opening his eyes, only to meet with that of Vic.

They don't know who they're dealing with. I closed my eyes, drawing the cool, dark energy around me, focusing on its source, a wellspring deep within my transformed being. It was more than just the enhanced strength and senses of a werewolf; it was completely different. It was linked to the shadows, the ancient stones of this forgotten ruin, and the eerie red light of the blood moon. The whispers grew louder, like a chorus of ancient voices. What am I turning into?

The shadow screamed as the light struck it, but it didn’t retreat. “You can’t fight it alone!” Eli shouted, rushing to her side. “I’m not alone,” Lyla said, her voice strong. The pack joined her, their combined energy bolstering the light. The shadow screamed again, its form weakening as the light grew brighter. Lyla felt the forest’s energy surging through her, stronger than ever. She focused all of it into a single burst of light, aiming it directly at the shadow’s core. The shadow let out one final, deafening scream before it dissolved into nothingness. The tree shuddered, its blackened bark cracking and crumbling away to reveal vibrant, glowing wood beneath.

"Foolish! All ye are good for is better kindling for the fire I burn my ritual fuel with. You’re feeding me all I require for my metamorphosis! But something unexpected was happening. The three essences weren't just mixing, Willey said. They were making up something new altogether. Something the Shadowlands could not crush or pervert no matter how furiously it tried. Light. Real light, pure and bright and warm, started shining from where our bodies met. It repelled the suffocating darkness as though it were the morning sun riding darkness, and illuminated a ball in the cursed woods.

They start snarling and snapping and forcing them to the destination ahead of us. We have them surrounded. Pushed back to the witch trap but nothing is happening. The vampires halt and face us. Ever so smugly. The moment a paw passes the trap, vivid blue and purple lightening courses all over the ground. Yelps, howls and human cries of pain sound out all around us. Some of the wolves have shifted back to their human forms with the pain. Bleeding and covered in burns as the lightening strikes and takes us all to the ground.

His dark magic slammed into it, breaking into pieces like glass that couldn’t break. The touch pushed him back hard. I could feel it, I was hard and strong, and for the first time, it actually hit me. I didn’t just wear the feeling, I was Queen Luna. I poured Lumina Magic out in wave after wave, straight into those dark wolves. Anywhere my light touched, the twisted wolves started screeching, turning back into normal wolves. Some of them even ran off, scared, like the light was a nightmare they didn’t want again.

Then a blinding white light exploded through the room, enveloping everything. For a moment, I was lost in the vast plain of whiteness, haunted by the eerie sensation of ghostly presences. As the light diminished, I instinctively knew that it was my time to intervene. I allowed Razna to take control, our consciousness merging as I embraced the tingling sensation of power surging through me. My body began to glow just like my father's, my eyes reflecting the ethereal light of the moon. And I gave what I could.

It wouldn't be wrong to say he was a shinigami because I'm sure I didn't die from these wolves, but he also killed me. I sat against the tree stump, smiling helplessly, my eyes watching the battle between Charles and those two wolves. I wonder why Charles didn't turn into a wolf. Then I realized that maybe he was afraid of turning into a wolf and the moon would affect his mind. But how could someone with vital Alpha blood like him be mind-disturbed by the moon?

"Hybrids don't need to display power with their hands; their thoughts alone can cause impact. Now, Light, switch it back on." Light didn't move a muscle outwardly, but her focus was clear. Within seconds, swifter than a blink, the light flickered back to life, chasing the shadows back into their corners. My thoughts went spiraling like leaves caught in a gust, 'Just how powerful are they?' The demonstration had been brief but stunning. Aria and Light, as fairy-werewolf hybrids, wielded a power that was subtle yet immense, controlled by thought alone. It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood.

"Don't think so why?" "Usually only shinigami, Quincys, and partnered humans can see shinigami, with the exception of my siblings and I, we can see any shinigami at any time." "Maybe I'm special" Luke said smiling, I just laughed at him, "hey don't laugh, your siblings are a special exception so why not anyone else." "You have a point but we're an exception because my Father is partnered with the God of Death so you'd have to be my long-lost brother to be an exception."