Gender Bender Light Novels & Stories

He was a person used to trick her. As her mind started to fade she saw something on a small screen. On the Earth in the ash a small blue light flashed. It was not gold. It was not green. It was the light of the Benson-program. June the blue light whispered in her brain did you really think the real Benson would die without a way, into the system?

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

She called for the guards and brought them to the infirmary. Along her was the bystander from before who heard Lucas shouting at the hallways, named Light, that was also a handpicked member just like Pea Hardshell. He sat beside her and was watching how Lucas and Moon breathed while laying on their beds. Light was a slim man of average height. He wore a plain, brown vest adorned with a dark pattern of countless minuscule diamonds over his shirt, which was black in color, and switched to a pair of light brown pants, held up by a bright brown belt with a simple metal buckle, with each leg being seemingly adorned by a line of studs. He shared the ages of the Martin cousins.

At the sight of the blood-covered table and the gruesome remains of its latest victim, he gritted his teeth. Raising his hands, he used his Light Bending ability to draw the illumination from the bulbs overhead, bending the light to his will and concentrating it into a focused beam strong enough to incinerate. It took him longer than it would've taken Ethan—his mixed blood making this particular power weaker than his brother's—but eventually, the kitchen went up in flames. It spread quickly, fire crawling up the walls, curling the stained wallpaper and charring the ceiling.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

All of us passed through the portal, stepping on the gray concrete tiles of the building near the light benders’ headquarters. The only pure white marble Victorian royal palace amidst the dark grayish buildings of Goredom was occupied by light benders, a group of witches and wizards who could control light and extracted their mana from light. Light benders worship the moon goddess and trust her wholeheartedly, sometimes blindly, just like the major population of werewolves. But their homeland isn’t Goredom, it’s Gloratia. A bunch of the light benders have set their headquarters in Goredom to monitor the Darkians, the native population of Goredom.

Arianna sulked at first, then quickly cheered up and said “Don’t worry, Gabe, I totally got this!” I got my laptop out and decided to catch up on some work. After hours of working, I was interrupted by the girls laughter and a knock on my door. I checked the time only to realize that I was so busy working that I completely lost track of time . "Come in” I called out, and the three of them walked in, looking all happy. They thanked me for sponsoring their ‘retail therapy session’ . The three of them were so jovial and were going on about what they did, whom they saw, how this and that person was dressed, and so on. I just let them carry on while my eyes were focused on my Bella. She looked so