Hundred Light Novels & Stories

I looked at Rosalind's reddening eyes. Suddenly, I was reminded of how she looked when she was crying in the pouring rain back then. I believed the raindrops clinging to her lashes were real then. And now, I believed the bitterness and hatred in her eyes were just as real. "I gave you 99 chances," I said as I got up to gather the documents. "It's time for me to step back for the 100th time." With that, I gave a small wave. Alain stepped in and escorted Rosalind out.

"Come and try. I’ve got ten years of bugs and crashes waiting for you." The white light hit the vault, and the world vanished into a blinding, silent scream.

The city outside in its honest light. The branch structure is visible through the window. The practice continues. End of Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Six

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

Their gaze was shifty, and they did not say a word, just let out a creepy chuckle before slamming the iron door shut. I wriggled my wrists frantically, ignoring the searing pain as I worked my way out of the ropes. Stealthily, I crept to the door. Outside, I could hear a man's voice, clear as day. "Ms. Smith, we've got the person you wanted, right where you told us. Now, where's the cash? The last fifty thousand, when's it coming?" I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my skin, drawing blood I barely felt.

"Claire, the wolf inside me weeps for your leaving. Stay as my Luna, will you?" I backed away, putting distance between us. Could someone who had not seen the light in three years suddenly turn over a new leaf in three days? No way. I shook my head with a light smile. "Darren, you've had ninety-nine chances over these three years. Everything could have been different if you had kept your promise just once. The wolf inside me was yearning to break free. I could not help but smile. "If you really care about me, you'll let me go. Set me free."

I should be stronger than this. Just when she was turning back towards Ronald, there was a sudden burst of light from behind her. The ground shook; the wolves froze, their snarls transmuted into growls of confusion. "What in God's name is that?" Ronald shouted, shielding his eyes with a hand from the blinding light. Hannah's breath caught in her throat as she turned. The light was coming from the door behind them—Hadzen's door. Its carvings glowed with an unearthly brilliancy, the symbols pulsing with power.

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

"Show me something." There was a moment of silence like an eternity. Lyda's eyes were burning in anticipation. Just then, she heard another series of voices coming from behind her. Lyda turned around to see a faint light appearing in the dark distance. It grew until it formed a pillar of light that was almost too bright to look at, and yet, it was still stifled by the heavy darkness. It looked almost like an opening doorway.