Fantasy Light Novels & Stories

He gently wrapped his arm around her wrist and pulled her closer, fitting her body against his chest as if shielding her from the world. “Sleep,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. **** The Kingdom of Light. It lay beyond the veil of ordinary realms, where the sky never truly darkened and the sun did not rise or set, but hovered eternally, bathing the land in a soft, living glow. The light here was not harsh or blinding; it breathed, pulsed, and responded, as though the kingdom itself was alive.

It was a cosmic tapestry pulsing with a gentle, harmonious rhythm—a living grid that the denizens of a thousand different star systems called the Light of the Luna. This was not a light born of destructive solar fires or the overwhelming, blinding pressure of raw magical authority. It was a soft, pearlescent glow, carrying the exact warm cadence of a spring dawn and the absolute, unshakeable safety of a mother’s protective embrace. It was an eternal flame kindled millennia ago in a single, dark dungeon by a broken woman who had refused to let her suffering make her cruel. Now, it had expanded to become the spiritual anchor of the entire universe.

Tangle pulled his mate by the ear, laughing at his mate. … My face was still red, riding on the back of Creed. We had left the Elven territory now, heading to the Light Kingdom. It was the same area we had circled just a week and a half ago, but now I had a name. Each territory had a different theme, and this one was full of light, bright spaces, and nothing but fluttering faes and fairies. The bright colors descended from the stained glass windows onto the marketplace below were beautiful. The little fae children fluttering around, learning to fly.

The light surged forward, illuminating the battlefield and dispersing the darkness that threatened to engulf us. I felt the warmth of my pack surrounding me, their strength bolstering my resolve as we fought back against the encroaching shadows. As the light clashed with darkness, I turned to Eden, my heart swelling with love and pride. "Stay close to me!" I urged, my voice steady despite the chaos. "We will face this together!" With our powers combined, we pushed back against the darkness, the light illuminating the path to victory. The Black Faes faltered, their dark magic flickering as they struggled against the force of our unity.

A radiant light poured from it, flooding the battlefield with its warmth and power. Lara lifted her hand, and as she did, the light intensified. She aimed it at Thana, and when the beam of pure energy touched the Queen of Darkness's face, Thana let out an ear-piercing shriek. Writhing in agony, Thana’s skin began to crack as dark smoke escaped from the wounds. The light from the ring burned with the intensity of a thousand stars, pushing back the shadows that clung to Thana like a second skin.

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.

But set against black fur, her eyes don't look like murky green swamp water, they almost glow to a jade. Mak and her team are out surveying The Darkness making sure it hasn't grown. Mak is always worried that she will come back with bad news, but in over 1,300 years The Darkness hasn't grown. Everyone knows about the prophecy, some screaming birds, a tree, fated mates returning, and the return of the royal family. Mak is always talking about some new theory of the prophecies coming true, but it never really concerned me. Everyone is taught the prophecy in primary school:

" Her face twisted in disbelief, and I felt the magic strike deeper at that moment of distraction. The light coiled around her, illuminating her in a vivid glow before it began to consume the shadows she had wielded for so long. "No!" she screeched, the desperation in her voice echoing through the clearing. The followers pooled around me, emboldened by my words, and with one synchronized shout, we channelled our energy forward, willing the light to engulf her. In an explosion of luminescence, the darkness that had long twisted Yelda faded into the ether with a furious wail, and the clearing fell silent. I held my breath, feeling the tumultuous power dissipate like smoke on the wind.

So instead, I fight. I gather all the sorcery I can muster within me, and I channel it into my most innate spell—light. It’s not the witchlight that most vampires learn to wield for sight, nor the firelight that they learn to wield for battle, nor even the light of divinity that the priestesses of Nox call upon for guidance, but something unbound, more potent, something akin to purest starlight. It erupts from me, hurting my eyes but, hopefully, if he didn’t close his in time, temporarily blinding Chryseus.

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.