Fantasy Light Novels & Stories

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Intent. “Malice,” he whispered. He tried to trace it, but static clouded his vision. For the first time since her childhood, he couldn’t see clearly around her. “Who is interfering?” he breathed. No answer came. That night, Clara dreamed. She stood on glass. Light stretched endlessly around her. The glass cracked beneath her feet. Thin lines spread outward. Darkness moved beneath the surface, alive, waiting. She reached out instinctively. “Help me.” The light flickered. No one answered.

They come armoured against dread. The light surprises them. Quiet. Unhurried. Moving in slow beautiful waves along surfaces that are not quite walls and not quite air. Not the light of any sun or flame or manufactured source. Something older than all of those. Something that has been here since before light had a name. At the center of it, in the place where the light is most concentrated and most still, there is a book.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

You need to know that sometimes the ritual could fail, but only if it was carried out incorrectly, and knowing my mother's perfectionism, I had nothing to fear. Somewhere around midnight the wind picked up and I felt energy flowing through my body in the form of an electrical discharge. I started shaking a little, but focused my thoughts to contain my awakening power. I finally did it and a few minutes after midnight my body was enveloped in a white light that was a bit blinding, so my mother closed her eyes, only opening them when it got dark again. Then only my eyes shone with white light for a few more seconds, and waves of energy were flowing all over my body. Magic from nature passed th

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.

The golden rays pierced through the dense foliage, igniting the area in a soft glow. “By the light of Eldoria and the strength of its spirit!” she cried, and with a swift motion, she unleashed her magic. Blinding rays of light burst from her palms, scattering the shadows that threatened to overwhelm them. “Now!” Seraphina urged, rallying her companions. The light surged forward like a wave, washing over them and wrapping them in illumination. It pushed back the encroaching gloom, cleaving the shadows apart like fine silk. The dark creatures shrieked in surprise, the sound cutting through the air with a jarring intensity. “You cannot keep us at bay! We are eternal!” they echoed, their forms s

Lyra, Xander, and Nathan stood united, their determination unyielding despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them. The clash between light and darkness painted the sky in hues of fiery red and deep ebony. Bolts of lightning crackled, illuminating the battlefield where forces clashed with unrestrained fury. The realm watched with bated breath, their hopes pinned on the strength and resilience of their champions. Lyra's powers surged, intertwining with the elements themselves. She summoned gusts of wind to deflect the dark tendrils that sought to ensnare her allies. Her eyes glowed with an ethereal light as she tapped into the depths of her being, channelling the very essence of nature'

I adjusted my eyes bago ko binuksan. My eyes landed on Gina’s hand. The light in her hands look so holy I was amazed. Napatingin ako sa paligid at napansin hindi lang pala ako ang namangha. I could see some eyeing Gina with shocked expression. I know, first time makita ng light magic kuya? Ate? Light magic is really rare. It’s rare in the Avalor Kingdom. Kita ko ang mata ni Gina na nakatingin saakin nagtatanong kung ano ang susunod nyang dapat gagawin.

I shook my head slowly, taking my foster mother's arm, "Let's not interfere. The Tracy we once knew is long gone." My foster mother gave my arm a comforting pat, "You've always been braver than me. If that kid had pushed a little harder back then, it might've been you lying there." I smiled, shaking my head, "It's all in the hands of fate." It was all in the hands of fate.