Hold You In The Light Novels & Stories

We are one soul wearing two bodies and I will not let the light take what is mine because what is mine is also her and she told me she is not leaving and I believe her and I am going to make it true through sheer refusal to let go. My hold on her tightens past the point of reason. The light blinds me completely, white and total and absolute, and I feel it happening, feel something trying to pull us apart, feel the resistance of it against every piece of strength I have left, and I hold on, I hold on, I keep holding on, and then something tears and a scream rips from me that I do not recognize as my own voice until it is already gone. ***

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.

“It’s showing me everything I’ve lost… every mistake… every death… it wants me broken, Kaia! I… I can’t—” “Yes, you can!” I shouted. My voice was splitting and shaking. “You can because I’m holding! and I will hold everything with you! Every memory and every fear—we hold them together! Not one piece leaves!” The light pulsed. It was alive. It stretched along the bond like hot wire. It pressed on our hearts. It looked for a weak spot to break us. But I pressed back harder. Every heartbeat said no to the dark. Every scar and every bad night shouted back into the empty air.

Like it was checking whether the situation was safe before committing. She understood the feeling. "Good," he said quietly. Behind her. Close. The light steadied. Moved up her wrists. Held. She held her breath. "Breathe," he said. She breathed. The light stayed. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. "Now," he said. "Push it outward. Slowly. Like opening a hand you've been holding closed." She tried. The light lurched outward and then collapsed entirely and she made a sound of pure frustration and he made a sound that was definitely not a laugh and was absolutely a laugh.

Triton interrupted. My phone rung so Triton let go of my hand; it was Kuya Zhed. @GreatLeader: Sid, I suggest you just join the next competition because you’re always late. Enjoy! I was curious why he told me to enjoy, what does that mean? I returned my phone into my pocket and got shocked when Triton held me by my arm, but Grant also did the same on my other arm. What the fuck? What were they trying to do? The first one to havemy arm removed from my body would win?

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Thomas said, “Open them slowly.” My heart hammered against my chest. I opened my eyes slowly, and the light I hadn’t seen in over a decade flooded my vision. I could see blurry silhouettes shifting in front of me. I could see a window. I could see the flowers. I could see the sunlight, trees, and birds outside the window. I could see them all. “I can see… Dr. Thomas, Julian, I can see!” This was a moment I had waited over a decade for. Dr. Thomas hurriedly said, “You mustn’t cry. Your eyes cannot handle any irritation right now.”

she whispered, and she didn't know if she was apologizing to Ronan or to herself. "Don't be. You made the right choice. The only choice." Ronan's breathing grew more labored. "But there's something... I need you to understand. Something the Unmaker didn't know. Something I learned from Clara." "What is it?" "The light... it's not a thing you possess. It's a thing you... carry. And when you carry something long enough, it leaves... an imprint. The Unmaker took your light, but it couldn't take... what the light made in you. Do you understand?"

You had to play the slave, trailing after someone, acting so low. I huddled on the floor, defenseless against the barrage. I was blindsided by this disaster, clueless about its cause. Through tear-blurred eyes, Wendy pushed through the crowd, stopping the onslaught. "Tracy, I've always looked up to you, practically treated you like a sister. Everyone knows I'm with Marvin. How could you do this to me?"

“Come here! We have to do this together!” Reluctantly, the group regrouped, forming a tight circle. Anna held the shard in the center, its glow spreading to each of them. “Focus on the light,” she said. “Whatever happens, don’t let go.” The shadows screamed, their forms writhing as the glow expanded, engulfing the library. The oppressive air lifted, and the figures disintegrated one by one.