Evangelion Light Novels & Stories

Our world alone, without us, would certainly not be such a tempting trophy, especially for the darker side of this conflict. A human himself has not only a particle of Light inside, but also Darkness, so it is often up to his decision to choose which side will win the battle. Our free will and the possession of both of these particles means that the battle between Light and Darkness never ends, and certainly not in one battle. Throughout his life, human struggles with the temptations of the Darkness, trying to live in the Light. Of course, we are assisted by its messengers, children of the Light. Angels, good spirits, sorceresses, - in religions, history and cultures of different countries t

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

“By the will of the Radiant One, we sanctify her flesh and open her soul, that the Light may dwell within.” Elysia bowed her head. Her voice was clear and unwavering. “I am ready.” The congregation murmured, a wave of devotion swelling behind her. The Light’s symbol burned above the altar, a circle pierced by a single ray. The High Cleric raised his staff, its crystal gleaming with divine energy. “Step forward, child of grace. Become the vessel of dawn.” Elysia moved to the altar. The marble beneath her feet was warm, pulsing faintly with power. The light wrapped around her wrists, crawling up her arms, then over her chest. Her breath quickened.

She slowly sank back to laying on the stone floor, she had a feeling this place was zapping her of all her energy, Everett lowered himself with her and continued speaking, she was disappointed when he let go of her hand, but her eyes remained fixed on his. "You can choose, you can always choose" He said softly, but with a vulnerability to it.. " I can show you more" he opened his palm and a thin thread of violet light rose between his fingers, painting the air in a gentle glow. "Or I can guide you out of the mountains, back to your world, to your car" Eden looked at the swirling light now weaving itself through his fingers and around his hand and felt the raw power emanating from him in wave

It was the voice of the Source. The rejection was the unmaking, the voice whispered. The betrayal was the catalyst. You are no longer the Shadow. You are the Light that the Shadow protects. Lyra felt her bones beginning to vibrate. The "Kill-Switch" resonance, which should have destroyed her, was being converted into a frequency of pure, divine creation. Her skin began to glow with a radiance that made the "Evolved" vampires recoil in pain. "Mama! LOOK!" Kaelen’s voice echoed from the North Tower. The boy was standing on the balcony, his small hands glowing with a sapphire light that was synchronizing with his mother’s.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Carefully, I raised my head from his chest, studying his face. He was fast asleep, his features completely relaxed. My gaze lingered on his strong jawline and those dark lashes that softened his otherwise sharp features. Unable to resist, I tentatively traced my index finger along his jaw, the stubble rough beneath my touch. A small smile tugged at my lips as I poked his perfectly sculpted nose. When a strand of his silky hair fell loose, I absentmindedly brushed it back, my fingers grazing his temple.

Evelyn’s voice echoed, calm yet filled with unyielding power. “You will not harm him. You will not harm anyone!” Daimon’s laughter rang out, cruel and sharp. “You think your light can stop me? I’ve waited centuries for you, and I will have you!” With a roar, Daimon raised his hand, summoning his own red light. It surged forward, clashing with Evelyn’s white beam in a stunning display of power. The two forces collided, creating a vortex of energy that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Pack members shielded their eyes, their hearts pounding as they watched the clash unfold.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

The crystal grew hot against my skin, and suddenly I felt myself floating, drifting through darkness toward a distant light. The light grew brighter, and I found myself standing in a place that looked like the Shadow Realm but softer. Gentler. Dream logic ruled here—gravity was optional, time moved strangely, and thoughts took physical form. In the center of the space sat Evangeline. She looked different than she had in the mortal realm. Her hair was longer, silver now instead of brown. Her skin was pale as moonlight. Her eyes held flecks of violet that swirled like tiny storms.