Isla Lightlark Novels & Stories

Hearing it, he quickly broke the hug and stepped away from Ethlyn. ‘I will be in my office within seconds.’ He replied and then looked at Ethlyn, who might have understood that he was mind-linking someone. She was about to move away from the door when Calvin blocked her way again. ‘What now?’ She questioned in her mind and saw Calvin leaning toward her, placing a kiss on her forehead; he left the room, leaving Ethlyn with a small smile on her face. * “What is it?” Calvin asked. “She is the Luna of Star Light Pack, Isabella West,” Zordan replied.

From left to right was the pale gray-white, it was for maximum brightness. Next the cool light gray with just a hint of blue giving it a slightly warmer color. Last was the warmer grainge, the compromise darker beige color. My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness.

When the session ended, Isabella helped Alice to the door. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said. “More than he’ll ever be.” Once the door clicked shut, Isabella exhaled. Her shoulders dropped. She crossed the room and sat at her desk, pulling open a locked drawer. Inside was a slim laptop, different from her usual one. She opened it. The screen glowed to life. She took a breath. Then she started typing. Tonight, the Lantern shines on Marcus Langford. Public darling. Private monster. For too long, his victims have been silenced. That ends now.

Someone with the same grudge as him towards Roman. That little fox beside him was Lark, who's good at cross-dressing; becoming someone else was easy peasy. Lark was highly sought by many agents because of his unmatched talent. No mistake nor loophole can tell that he wasn't the real Iko. While the real Iko and the missing Ivi are already placed under tight security 24/7 to avoid being found, though they're like prisoners within an island under an invisible dome, they're not deprived of life's luxuries.

What is clear, Maxine does not feel any anger from the man who was holding her hand, even looking at him gently occasionally during the journey to the border forest. After walking for 30 minutes, they finally arrived in the middle of the forest that connected to the sea bordering Severn Island; an island inhabited only by vampires. At that time, Ivan and Leo seemed busy arranging the corpses of the herd on a large pile of logs. They will burn the bodies immediately before the full moon again becomes dimmed and covered by the clouds that night. Maxim released his grip from the girl's hand and approached Ivan and Leo, who was busy arranging the kiln. "How did it start?" Maxim opened his voice

“I can’t wait to have you actively involved in the pack, Michelle” “You are not bothering my Luna with your lamé works” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself and I can’t help but gulp, has he always been this free spirited? “I am not bothering her” Izzy replies with an eye roll, “I am only stating facts. Sooner or later, you will need to introduce her to the pack members and she will start to do what a Luna does”

Isla's mother called every day now, sometimes twice, always with an update that felt urgent even when it wasn't. "The caretaker sent photos," Isla said one evening, scrolling through her phone on the couch. "They did a lighting test at the venue. Look." She turned the screen toward him — the stone building glowing warm against the dark, the cliff edge just visible beyond it, lights strung low along the path. She looked at it a moment longer, then closed the phone and pressed it against her chest. "You okay," he said. "It's just real now," she said. "It's been real the whole time, but it wasn't real like this."

A few moments later, I was standing on all fours, my white fur shimmering under the moonlight. I took a deep breath and lifted my head proudly. My friends and family turned around and gasped. “She is white.” Luna Gloria said. I looked at her and cocked my wolf head. Is that something special? ‘We are a pure white wolf, Emma. Nobody is a pure white wolf.’ Eliza said. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked her. ‘There are white wolves. I have seen them before.’

“Your wish is my command, Miss Jones.” “Just call me Luna, please,” I requested, giving her a soft smile, letting her know I meant it. Standing in front of her, she’s not as tall as she looked at first. Granted, she was still taller than me, but not like Nicolais was. “What’s your name?” Her eyes met mine, a beautiful orange color, like the color of a tangerine. “My name is Lily, Miss Jones.”