Into The Light Once Again Characters Novels & Stories

Or was the darkness simply using the light as a distraction? The car pulled into our driveway, the house glowing warm and safe against the night. Our sanctuary felt suddenly porous, vulnerable. Ethan helped me out, his hand tight around mine. “We know the players now,” he said as we walked to the door. “A bitter ghost from my past, and a vengeful rat from yours. And possibly a third, still hidden, pulling their strings.” He stopped, turning me to face him under the porch light. His eyes were dark pools of resolve. “No more separation. No more distinguishing between personal and strategic. This is our life. And we will defend it. Together. Starting tomorrow, we draw them both into the light.

"Deborah... why are you doing this?! I'm the one who was supposed to marry you. I'm your fiancé! Why are you destroying me like this?" Calvin sat across from me, his head shaved, looking nothing like the arrogant rich boy he once was. Now he was a wreck, pitiful and defeated—just like I once had been. I smiled gently. "Calvin, don't you think my name sounds familiar? Have you really forgotten what you did to me after your high school graduation? Oh... right, in your mind, I was already dead." He stared at me, wide-eyed, and slowly, terror crept across his face.

Heck, even my skin was pale. I gripped the soil harder as I was lifted up from the ground. Soon I lost my grip and started to slip into the darkness. I shouted, “Titus, I will be back! I’ll find some way to return and prove my innocence! I promise!” I’m not sure he heard me or not before I fell into the portal into The Dark World. But it was a promise and I intended to keep it.

Wait for me. "I foolishly believed that if we never went through with the divorce, we'd never truly be apart, that somehow we'd find our way back to the good old days." Marvin's voice cracked with sobs, and he fell hard in front of the gravestone. He had lost count of how many times he had broken down there. ... "Should we check in on him?" I shook my head slowly, taking my foster mother's arm, "Let's not interfere. The Tracy we once knew is long gone."

There was Velnair, its gates looming ahead — not opened, not chained, but watching. The heat curled under Serena’s ribs as she neared. The flame hovering near her shoulder pulsed brighter, as if it, too, remembered this city. Lucian walked next to her, quiet and close. His eyes scanned the towers. Elias trailed, fingers drumming the hilt of his crossbow. It was the pack too, heads high, steps steady. They were no longer survivors . They were Lightwalkers now — keepers of the old truths, and the courage to proclaim them.

Nash stumbled back, his face ashen. "Retribution… Retribution… "Ha, haha… Retribution!" I coolly watched him shuffle away, a broken man. Any love between us had crumbled away, just like that busted ceramic doll. ... It was not long after Nash's exit that Calvin showed up. I had just gotten back from some errands when Calvin was suddenly there, waiting. "Jo, I've been waiting for you. I–"

My mind kept yelling at me, only resulting in the headache getting worse. The sun disappeared completely out on the horizon, and made room for the night sky to kick in. My head leaned back, and yet again I looked up at the stars, feeling my tears streaming down my cheeks. What’s going on? I sobbed between the screams that I tried to push past the fabric. Someone, somebody, had to be able to help me, to hear my prayers. Help me! Just this once! As if an answer to my prayers, a white, shining light suddenly appeared. It came right in front of me, shining bright like a star that had fallen to rescue me. The light was blinding and hurt my eyes, just like it would if you looked into the sun for t

The pull intensified instantly. The object in her palm burned. The light responded. And behind her— Something snapped. Not the circle. Not the door. One of the bonds. The pain was immediate. Blinding. Aria cried out— And the world went white. — When the light faded— Only two figures were still standing inside the circle. And one of them… Was no longer connected to her. The door stood open. Waiting. And Aria— Was no longer the same person who had walked into it.

He had still been clothed, Meghan in one of her see-through white silk nightgowns. Did it matter? They had looked like Romeo and Juliet, Lara thought sickly, so torn apart by what she had seen, she was still shaking all over with shock. Somehow, she found the strength to pack a few things and run to the car that was expecting her at the main entrance of the Agelastos villa, determined never to see him again. ******** “So… What should I tell him, sweetie?” Kenneth Miller enquired thinly. “Nothing, Dad…Just let it be.”

Quincy White. That name had once filled her with so much warmth and lighted her up from the inside, but now, it was all it took to plunge her mind into dread, fear, and maybe, even revenge. Quincy had been the light of her world, her little ray of sunshine, and her personal cheerleader. She had loved everything about him and she couldn't imagine her future without him.