Into The Light Once Again Novels & Stories

I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next. --- The final cure was a testament to human ingenuity. To human resilience. To human hope. It showed that no matter how dark the world became, we could always find a way to bring back the light. I was proud of what we had accomplished. Proud of what we had built. Proud of who we had become. I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next. The world was healing. And we were healing with it.

Lana said as if translating it for me. The paper I am holding suddenly fly from my hand and float in between us then a bright light appears blinding us. I have to cover my eyes when the light appears and when it is no longer so painful in the eyes I open my eyes just to see that the rolled paper is floating with a light like a projector coming from it and before us is a written words in white light. Everyone look at one another in awe as we look at the light written in words.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

Tears were threatening to stream down her face as she looked at the people in front of her. "Our side only did what was right, the Dark was revolting against us, they were causing mass destruction everywhere," one of them said. "Why exactly were they doing that?" She asked. "Prejudice, discrimination, the Dark is not evil, it's regarded as evil because you guys labeled it that way. You want peace? It can't be achieved unless the Light steps down. Only, when the light falls, will all the wars will be over," she added and grabbed one of them, smirked at their dumbfounded faces before disappearing into thin air.

It's ok with me that he already knows the truth and I don't intend to hurt Yena. Syrie, why is it important to you that they think of you? That part of my mind was questioned. I also asked myself a question and I immediately ignored it. I misappropriate what they think of me. I shouldn’t think of that because that would just be a hindrance to me. "Can we go back to what we were before?" I turned to Marcus and I could see in his face that he really wanted us to go back to the past. Am I the one I want Marcus to come back into my life?

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.

“We’ve faced darkness before, and we’ve come out stronger. You can too.” Zane’s lips quivered, a silent acknowledgment that he was listening, that he was trying to believe. His shoulders sagged, but there was a faint, almost imperceptible nod—a small surrender to the possibility of healing, of redemption. I looked into his eyes, seeing the faintest glimmer of something familiar—resilience buried beneath layers of pain. “Remember the light you carry inside,” I whispered. “It’s still there, even if it’s hidden right now. We’ll help you find it again.”

Vandaulf regarded her, then reached for her hand, his fingers closing around it gently. "No more hiding, Lily." She tightened her grip on his hand. Once. “No,” she said, stepping forward, voice steady as thunder. “No more hiding.” And with the eyes of the world fixed on her, Lily James walked into the light—no longer a ghost, no longer a pawn, but the heir returned. The war was only just beginning.

It draws everyone's eyes in. "Well," he begins, folding his hands on the table. "This morning didn't go exactly as planned, but let's try to reset. Freya, we're happy to have you here. I know this is all new and maybe a little overwhelming but you're part of this family now."

"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."