High School Dxd Read Light Novels & Stories

Alpha Dax was in his office, in the Alpha Mansion. Beta Brock was with him. Dax opened the letter slowly. He read the content twice. He handed the letter to his Beta. Brock read it. Twice. Dax stared at the top of his desk. Brock stared at the carpet beneath the desk. The door opened, without a single knock, and six Lightmoon warriors knelt, on one knee, before their Alpha. “Send us, Alpha,” the one in the front of the kneeling shifters declared loudly. Brock’s eyes drifted to them. Dax’s gaze remained on the table.

Raymond’s light burns brighter, frying Calix’s shadows, making him scream, his cloak smoldering. “You’re nothing!” Calix roars, lunging, blade pointed at Raymond’s chest. I shove Raymond aside, taking the hit, blade piercing my arm, pain like a hot poker. I descend, blood pooling, shadows receding, but Raymond’s light surges, searing Calix’s palm, making him drop the sword. “Jude!” Raymond yells, voice breaking, his light wrapping me, warm, keeping me breathing.

Scared. Drax and I worked side by side. He lifted heavy barrels without being asked. I moved through the room and let the silver light brush against wolves who looked ready to break. One young mother clutched her toddler tight. The light touched her arm and she let out a shaky breath, shoulders dropping. Another warrior who had fought against us earlier gripped his spear until his knuckles went white. The light touched his hand. He looked up at me. His eyes still held doubt but he gave one short nod and went back to stacking weapons.

- a man holds an envelope in the hands of a librarian - A familiar name, and I have already heard a surname somewhere. Duk picks up the package and rips it open thoughtfully. The paper wrapper falls to the floor. Duk holds a book, reads the title - Living in Darkness. He looks at her for a couple of seconds and breaks into a sly smile.

I needed to know who had the upper hand, and if Damien was hurt. The lights finally flickered back to life, illuminating the hallway in a warm, golden glow. I blinked in surprise, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. And then, I saw him. Reed was lying on the floor, bleeding from a wound on his head. Damien stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes blazing with fury. I felt a surge of shock and surprise. How had Damien managed to turn the tables on Reed? I had thought for sure that Reed's powers would give him the upper hand. But Damien had proven me wrong, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his skill and cunning.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

he muttered, "We have not forsaken you" jason heard, The air in front of him shone in a bright light, he used his hands to try to block it, a reflex action. When he looked, jason saw him, in his golden robe and golden hair and irises, Illummino Another light shone as a being appeared again, Aether "Wow, prayers actually work" he said, Illummino chuckled and moved towards him, "Well done Jason, you have completed the first part of your quest" illummino said,

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

The hum grew louder, vibrating up through the ground. The metal crates around them trembled. “Aiden—what’s happening?” Dante demanded. Aiden’s breath hitched. “I don’t know. I don’t—” Then the world shattered. Light burst out of Aiden’s chest—not explosive, not violent. Controlled. Focused. A beam thin as a thread shot upward into the sky, vanishing beyond the clouds. Dante shielded his eyes. “Aiden!” Aiden doubled over, hands pressed to his knees. The light wasn’t painful—it felt like exhaling something he didn’t know he’d been holding.