Into The Light Once Again Novels & Stories

Love. Alex Banks was back. And outside the walls of the hospital, darkness still gathered. The storm hadn’t passed. But inside that small room, in that fragile moment, there was light. A flicker. And it was enough to start again.

Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation." The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me."

The lights went off and the red, almost bloody light was turned on. The bidding is now starting. Time to kill another set of birds in one stone.

"If you need time, you can always have it to gather your thoughts but don't forget I'll always be right here for you. You used to be my light in my dark days right from childhood. You always had a smile on your face ready to cheer me up all the time. But hey, even the sun sets when the time comes. But one thing it never forget to do is rise again." "You've been through a lot. And now that the sun has set around you, let me be your light until it rises again. But you have to promise not to get too comfortable with a mere candlelight. . ." Evelyn laughed softly prompting a smile from Doris' lips, ". . .never forget to step into the brightness, my supermodel!" Doris let herself get swept up in

Azren's chest rises on a slow inhale beneath me. I twist so I can look up at him. "Daddy?" I say softly, and his gaze drops to me instantly. I can actually see him melt. "What's the Light of Return?" I ask. He exhales through his nose, his thumb brushing the shell of my ear. "It's... a key," he says after a moment. "A way to open a door to the Underworld and send the dark spirits back where they belong. No more possession. No more voices. No more waking up and finding out you hurt someone you love."

I'm running to the back door, feeling a cramp in my side, and as I try the handle of the door, it opens. The lights are off, except the one in the living room, a small candle lit. I walk in, careful not to make too much noise, walking through the kitchen. Then my elbow hit something, and it dropped, clattering on the floor, and creating a dent in it. I scold myself inwardly, and bend down to grab it, feeling something fly over my head. It startles me and a small cry escapes me, as my back hits the wall. Oil lamps, and candles are lit, and Lip puts down what looks like a small dagger as he reaches down for me.

I called out, my voice echoing in the darkness. For a moment, it felt as if my words were lost in the void, but then, a flicker of light appeared in the distance. The light grew brighter and stronger, and I knew that the others had heard my call. With renewed determination, I focused on the light, drawing upon the power of unity to break free from the darkness that enveloped me. As the light surrounded me, I felt the bond between us rekindling, and together, we emerged from the shadows, united once more.

“You can have that back. You just need to let the light in.” For a moment, it seemed as if Lyra might relent. The shadows flickered, revealing glimpses of the girl Blair had grown up with the girl who had shared her dreams and secrets. “I miss that life,” Lyra whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “But I don’t know how to go back.” “You start by trusting us,” Kade replied gently. “You can embrace the light within you. We’ll be right here with you, every step of the way.”

Alec and I exchange a glance, and I can see the same mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. "We have to try," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "We're ready," he says firmly, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly as if to say, “we can do this.” "Then step into the light." The man waves his hand at the light as if it's that easy. "What?" Alec asks. "How are we supposed to—" The light stops spinning, landing right on the two of us. I gasp. "Step into the light," the man repeats.

But all she could think about was the hollow in her chest and the old wolf's final words. The light will grow back. Your light. Not Clara's light, not Selene's light. Your light. She didn't believe it. But she had promised to try. The journey out of the Black Mountain was a blur. Lira walked in a fog, her body moving on instinct while her mind drifted. The grey light of the Blightlands had begun to change — the sickly yellow-grey was fading, replaced by a paler, cleaner light. The silence was broken by the distant sound of wind, real wind, carrying the first hints of a world coming back to life.