In The Afterlight Book Novels & Stories

Noah asked. "Oh, right. They are just small insects,” said Azura. Lux, Azura, and Noah started to attack the hordes of their enemies. The enemies attacked them with firearms, while they only used their bare hands. Their agility makes the enemies unable to hit them. After that, Team Blue Starlight completed their task successfully and cleared all of their enemies. "What is this? Has their leader run away?” confused Azura. He felt odd about all of this. After that, Azura and Noah took the children one by one with them on the helicopter. Finally, left someone a little girl, she will be brought together with Lux. Azura and Noah were back in the helicopter. They told Lux ​​to go up immediately.

It was more of an orange color rather than the usual yellow. The man and woman were over the other side of the arena waiting for me. The doors closed behind me and the crowd cheered as Driscoll stood up. He held his hands out to shush the rowdy spectators. The howls, cheers and roars calmed and silence filled the air. I tilted my head and looked up at the dark nights sky and I could just about see the stars through the floodlights. I looked back over at the couple and tried to think of a plan. I had to fight them or I'd have to challenge Driscoll sooner than I'd like. I didn’t feel ready to challenge him, but if I didn't kill the couple, I'd have to.

“When you hear the thunder, you associate it with a memory. A terrifying memory you have of me.” I nodded. “Why don’t we try to replace that memory? So maybe next time, instead of remembering me in pain when you hear the thunder, you will remember me… in a different light.” “Like how?” “In bliss… in pure ecstasy,” he answered mischievously, his hands slowly moving up under my shirt. My eyes widened. “Zachary!”

**The Light Within** The sky was ink-black by the time Lillian and Nicholas made it back to their car, the lighthouse standing tall behind them, its beam sweeping across the dark ocean. They had spent hours at the top, watching the sun set and the stars blink into existence one by one, lost in the beauty of the moment and the weightlessness of knowing that their journey was only just beginning.

The place soon filled with more blazing lights, sparkling magically on the river and any living organism around her. Elaine paused. As the time went by, more light was emitted from her. We couldn’t contain the blinding light so we covered our eyes. I couldn’t even stare at Elaine for a second. We closed our eyes, protecting from the light until it exploded. The light scattered everywhere. It fell like little stars on the ground. It slowly vanished into thin air. Steadily, Elaine descends from the sky with her normal body. “Elaine!” I shouted coming towards her.

The crescendo of the woman's voice rose even louder than my futile yells. Suddenly, flames sprouted from the floor and traced all around us, separating Azaela, me, and Esteavo from the rest of the coven. He turned to look at me, the dancing flames played with his contrast, casting shadows on his face, but they did nothing to warm his eyes which were ice cold and dark as he stared at me. Then he smiled. His mouth did not open but I heard his voice very clearly in my head, "See you in the afterlife, Luna Claire." He said to me. "...If there is an afterlife." I was hyperventilating. The flames were making me dizzy and the smoke was filling my lungs and tears poured from my eyes.

" My voice was shaking with terror as I asked. She remained silent. Rather, she moved in closer and stroked my hair. I felt like I had known her my entire life, so I didn't flinch. Then she moved close to me and said softly but firmly in a whisper, "The light rests inside of you." Follow the fire when it beckons. I stood confused, surprised by what she had said. She caressed my cheek again and gave me a dejected smile. "Take care my child," she whispered. Suddenly, a thick, silvery fog rose from the ground. It lifted her off her feet, curling around her like a living creature. "Hold on—!" I cried out as I reached through the fog, but all I could grasp was cold mist. "Who are you? Who is Lig

She stood there facing the shelves, legs spread, chest heaving, entirely at his mercy. "Good girl. Remember this,” he said, stepping back a pace, though his gaze never wavered. “Because it’s only the beginning of our foreplay.” Her breath came in ragged bursts. She wanted to protest, to demand more, but her voice refused to obey. She could only watch as he turned away, his boots echoing softly against the wooden floor, retreating like he had the first night. This time, though, there was no relief. Only hunger. Maya stayed pressed against the shelves long after his footsteps faded, her chest heaving, her hands trembling against the spines of forgotten books. The silence returned, but it wasn’

And as the evening returned to the silence from which it was snatched, so did they, not as teacher and student, not as scandal or spectacle, but as two people who had found something surprising in each other. Something real. She got up at last to dim the lights. The city still shimmered outside, neon reflections flickering across the walls. But what caught her eye wasn’t the skyline. It was the little black velvet bag on the floor beside the bed, half-open now, its contents slightly scattered. The blindfold was draped across the rug like spilled ink. One of the clamps dangled by its chain from the edge of the nightstand, forgotten. And the vibe, small and rose-gold, blinked once, a faint pul

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.