Into The Light Again Novels & Stories

“Thank you. Will I still see you again?” He shrugged. “I would probably bother other people and see if they will listen,” He looked at me. “Close your eyes, my child. You have to go back. Just remember, when you feel like everything is blinding, just look at the sky.” I nodded, smiled at him, and then closed my eyes. ---

- Samael said accusingly, but Lilith scolded him with a glare. - I don't remember letting you speak.- she hissed, then looked at Nadir.- So, what do you think of my offer? Your father would be happy to greet you.- Lilith asked her again. - I want to go back to the surface, to see Miguel.- Nadir replied firmly, getting up from the couch when she finally shook off the shock and slowly realized everything Lilith had said about her.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

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-

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.

But this t ime for each other. For the life we’d steal back. One step at a time. Into the dark. Toward the light.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

'Just a year more' she recited in her head as she comforted herself. As dusk arrived she headed out of her office, tracing her track back home. The city slowly started to grow lively with the light and noise of the night life. She took the stairs to head upstairs. As she opened the door, the darkness that engulfed the room was sparked up with the flip of the switch. The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness.

“I’ve also been a lot and a lot weaker underneath this shit and damn orange light…” “There must be something we can do to erase this shit and damn orange light… We mustn’t lose… We must fight back…”

“We were separated when the world was split. He was sent to the deep to mourn, and I was sent to the sun to burn. But you, little Weaver, you brought us back together. You gave us the bridge. And now, I am going to finish what we started three thousand years ago.” ​“And what is that?” I asked, my shadows rising to meet the blinding light. ​“I am going to turn the world into a jewel,” the Light-Bringer said, spreading his arms. “A perfect, unchanging monument to the light. No more decay. No more death. No more shadows. Just the eternal, frozen brilliance of the sun.” ​“That is not life,” Winnie shouted. “That is a tomb!” ​“It is perfection!” the figure roared, and the pillar of light in the c