In The Afterlight Book Novels & Stories

A bright light appear once like lightning to the room, lighting up the dark room before shutting all the light completely. What was left after the light was Rachel who sprawled on the floor— dead.

Come forth and show your strength to those who seek only destruction and chaos. After uttering those words. Her brightness spread all around her, lighting up the golden water source. Lord Durin stood shell-shocked as he watched her light shine and spread through the water, travelling all over the fae kingdom. ~~~~~~ "Just a little bit more my Queen," the Dark Prince encouraged. Queen Aurora pushed herself even more and the clouds began to change. The sky grew darker and the mist around them grew thicker. The soldiers and werewolves began to move away from the trolls as if surrendering. They managed to confuse the creatures for a moment.

She knew that the path she had chosen was not without its obstacles, but she faced them head-on, guided by the light that burned within her. Stars POV: In the aftermath of that haunting nightmare, I woke with a renewed sense of determination pulsing through me. The darkness that once loomed so menacingly now felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the brilliant light emanating from deep within my being. Rising from my slumber, I felt an empowering surge coursing through my veins, reminding me of the strength that resided within me.

But they held on, their determination fueled by a desperate hope. A blinding light erupted from the book, taking the shape of a spear. Evie and Liam, drained and exhausted, propelled the spear of light towards the being of light, its energy arcing across the chamber. The being of light, its golden aura flickering on the verge of collapse, reached out to catch the spear. A surge of power coursed through it, its golden light flaring back to life with renewed intensity.

Sophia whispered to the silent rafters. And in the quiet of the dreamspace, Lumen watched the city sleep, understanding that the most perfect thing about the "After" was its willingness to be beautifully, stubbornly broken.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

With her hands groping the walls, she attempted to stand up, but the sharp pain shooting through her legs caused her to collapse. Avery winced as her legs gave way, realizing she had sprained her ankle. Just then, she heard the metallic sounds of gears and locks. For a fleeting moment, silence engulfed the room, followed by creaking noises, and suddenly, a bright light flooded the space. It was so intense that she had to shield her eyes until they adjusted. "The Boss wants you," a deep, husky voice declared, drawing her gaze in its direction. "F*** you!" Avery cursed, glaring defiantly at the stranger. "I won't budge from here unless you tell me where I am."

I nodded toward the book. “Okay, Dad,” Tristan mumbled, adjusting his glasses. I sighed, straightening up. As I turned to leave, something caught my attention, a familiar voice carried on the wind. I followed it, my footsteps quickening as I reached the side of the mansion. “What are we going to do now?” I heard Lyra asked, her voice tinged with worry. I rounded the corner and stopped short. There sat Light, her once white hair now a shimmering brown, her demeanor more poised than I remembered. She looked like someone who’d seen the world and come back with stories etched into her soul.