Erased Light Novel Novels & Stories

The black drop drifted silently toward the Celestial Realm. It looked harmless. Small. Almost beautiful. Then it touched one of the floating islands. The island disappeared. Not destroyed. Not broken. Erased. Its cities. Its people. Its history. Everything vanished without leaving behind even a single grain of dust. Magnus tightened his grip on his axe. "What kind of power is that?" Solarius answered with visible pain. "Void Erasure." "The ability to remove existence itself." No one spoke. For the first time since our journey began, victory seemed impossible.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

From that day on, everyone who was affected, whether they are the descendants and heirs of writers, screenwriters, directors, as well as mangakas, their souls will be handed over to each of the demons in the contract, from the date on which everyone slept, on which everyone forgot about these people, who were simply erased, and their souls devoured, when everyone woke up their works were erased from the universe and people's minds. I want to fuck with my mother's face, imagine erasing the most important information, like that of a son, a grandson, a daughter-in-law, someone she knew, simply, when Rita Cavalcanti Leite has erased it from her mind, about Sander Rufino de Souza, Maria da Penha

Xavier (teeth clenched): "This wasn't just a purge. It was planned. Precise. They knew exactly who they were hunting." Ceres (whispering): "How many families were shattered? How many Lunas were killed before their children drew breath?" Maera: "Hundreds. Perhaps thousands. And now, the last of them - stand in this room." Xavier (rolling the scroll, voice iron-clad): "Then we're the last names they'll ever try to break." Echoes of the Erased

The silver blade pierced my palm. Blood dripped onto the moonstone floor with a soft, steady patter. "I, Ivana, before the Moon Goddess and all assembled Elders, do hereby reject my mate, Alpha Ethan." A wave of magic erupted. The bond connecting our souls began to shred. Ethan collapsed to his knees, clutching his head in agony. "No! You can't do this!" "I already did." I looked at the Head Elder. "Elder, please witness and oversee the formal severing."

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

SCARLETT “ He could erase someone from the face of Earth and damn them to darkness forever. ” Izer uttered. I lifted my left brow. “ Erase someone? How? ” Izer’s fingers flexed around my hand. He looked down and exhaled a soft breath.

(Previous night- Erica at Samrat mansion) Start of Flashback Third person POV: Erica took quick shower and wore the only blue shirt which was handed to her by Samrat, fiddling with her cyanided filled butterfly ring one last time she convinced herself to execute her plan smoothly “Save me Durga maa” Erica said under her breath as she made her way out of bedroom however the moment she walked out she was astonished to see Samrat whole bedroom which was earlier consumed in darkness was now completely lilted up with ‘Pearl white’ candles which were neatly arranged all around the corners also the instant she took her second foot out she felt something soft under her feet’s “jasmine?” Erica whispe

The Executioners of the Higher Courts had arrived. In their hands, they didn't hold pikes or swords. They held massive, double-headed executioner's axes made of condensed crimson erasure light, the blades vibrating with a hum that instantly turned the bone-stone floor beneath them into grey dust. The center Executioner raised its marble face toward Elara, and a voice like a heavy gavel striking a table echoed through the vault. “The line is broken. The correction is absolute. Step into the light of the gavel, little star, and receive your erasure.”