Guiding Light 2 Novels & Stories

“THREE! TWO! ONE! ACTION!” Jordan found himself shouting, he hated that he was back to the traditional way of directing becasue these humans won’t learn how to stick to simple instructions. He was having it bad and he needed to deal with it as fast as he could.They were supposed to be close to shooting some of the last scenes but here they were still trying to get the characters comfortable with each other.

“Alright, boss. I’m done here.” “Here are today’s tips. Better be on time tomorrow, you hear?” he handed me my money. I counted them and shoved them down my pocket. Not bad for today. Almost a hundred dollars. I nodded “Thanks, boss. See you tomorrow.” I hung up my hat and apron. Before leaving I made sure to scan the area for the crazy, creepy woman. Gladly, there was no sign of her. Just a couple of people by the boardwalk and the pier. The place was already sparkling with twinkling lights and street lamps. Seemed safe.

“Probably before the stretch lights. We can do our homework at your house and then I can go home.” “Sounds like a plan best friend.”

And somewhere far ahead— deep within the darkness— something answered. A light. Tiny. Distant. Faint. But unmistakably real. The entire crew froze. The light flickered once. Then again. Not Mira's lantern. Not the Wayfinder. Something else. Something farther down the forgotten road. The darkness held its breath. The travelers stood together at the bow. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. And for the first time in centuries— the road to Lumora answered back. End of Book One ✨ To Be Continued in Book Two: The City Beyond the Broken Road

I repeated, still confused at what she meant. "I'm here to guide you in every step you take Thea. You don't need to be scared." She said, and suddenly, a bright light shone all over her. I shielded my face from the light as I fell on the floor covering my face.

The fate of his kind rested on his shoulders, and he was ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering resolve. The moonlight bathes the grave in a serene glow, casting long, silvery shadows that seem to dance with ethereal grace. Alpha Galan knew that the moon itself would be his silent companion on this treacherous journey, guiding him through the darkest of nights and illuminating the path to victory.

Its calm, cold light concentrated over the palace, dispersing the dark gravity slowly. The palace stopped atomising, but it had already been reduced to ruins. I felt as if that voice was coming from the moon. ‘Amor, Zeve. Both of you shall be the guiding lights for the prophets who are yet to walk on land. Bring back the light that was taken away from this world. Some prophets will find you and some you will have to search for…’ I looked at Amor, tensing my brows. He held my shoulders and hugged me.

He explained the process, the delicate balance required to channel both light and darkness, to purge the corruption without succumbing to its allure. It was a risky proposition. One wrong move could unleash the full force of the corrupted fragment, potentially trapping everyone in the library's darkness. But Maya, ever the nurturer, volunteered to guide the individual through the process. With bated breath, the guardians formed a circle, their celestial fragments pulsing in unison. Maya, positioned directly opposite the hooded figure, began the intricate sequence of light channeling. The air crackled with a different kind of energy now – a warm, cleansing light that dispelled the shadows and

"Will you help us?" The Guardian of Light regarded them for a moment, its form pulsating with an ethereal glow. Then, with a nod, it extended a hand toward the darkness, sending forth a wave of pure energy that dispersed the shadows like mist before the sun. "Go," it said, its voice gentle yet commanding. "You have my blessing."

Fear gripped my heart, but then I heard Aura’s voice in my mind, clear and resolute, **“Use your light.” I focused on the warmth that emanated deep within my core, letting it build and spread until it engulfed me. The dark rogues hesitated, sensing the change, but it was too late for them. I released the light in a blinding, radiant wave. The rogues let out a collective howl of agony as the light consumed them, turning them to ash.