Era Of Light Novels & Stories

he breathed reflectively. Blushing profusely, Lara slammed down the receiver before she could be further reminded of her own appalling, inexcusable weakness that day. “The hell with him and his invitation!” The very last thing Lara wanted to think about right now was that day at the Northern Star, three years ago. ‘No more!’ she wanted to scream. ‘No more!’

Under this second layer and high above, what completely boggled Aki’s mind, there were many trapezes, ropes, and hoops just like in a white Slayer’s training rig, but amid them there were also flashing lights made of multi-colored Everlite crystals. There were curlicues of ice looping above the training rig, across and down either side of it like fangs. There were arrow symbols and three words, but because of the two ice fangs on the left and right sections, two of the words were unreadable and only the one in the center was clear. It said: ERA. Overall, the thing emitted an eerie glow like a hulking red dragon in the dark. “What is it?” Aki asked after a nervous gulp.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The one-hundred-and-second morning of the New Era felt less like a day and more like a permanent state of grace. I stood on the highest parapet of the Arts Tower, the cold Atlantic wind whipping at my coat, watching the transition of the city's pulse. Below me, Manhattan was no longer a frantic machine of steel and shadow. It was a bioluminescent reef, a living sculpture of sapphire and violet light that seemed to breathe in synchronization with the rising sun.

However, instead of attempting to fight it, Aera simply wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close. "You’re in there, right?" he continues through gritted teeth. "Just like last time." Immediately, I feel something stir in me as his warmth starts to seep through my skin and into my very soul. It was almost like last time, but instead of a light at the end of the much too long tunnel, there is Aera glowing brilliantly. In an instant, the darkness is attempting to break free as it too realizes what is happening, but Aera hangs on tightly while it hisses and snarls.

‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎Forever.

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."

The sitting room was adorned with period furniture dating to the early 1900’s, treated like a museum for those visiting the inside of the cemetery’s administrative headquarters. The lamp was sturdy bronze and carved in the likeness of a winged angel. She had on bikini material, as Victorian 19th century standards would never consider nudity acceptable, even in artwork. Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door.