Laurel Lightfoot Onward Novels & Stories

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.

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

Demeter clapped her hand, stepping away from them, and the dim bulb flickered off. ‘I-I can do this. T-this is for the best. T-this is for the best.’ Layla told herself as her breathing turned ragged. The ground lit up with an ominous shade of blood red, and specks of light rose into the air like stars, but it didn’t hold the beauty.

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

Luke cut in, his quiet voice more terrifying than any shout, "I was kind to you only because you were Emma's sister." With deliberate slowness, he pried her claws from his arm. "You were never anything more than a shadow in her light." The finality of the den's entrance sealing shut behind him seemed to suck all air from the room. Then Fiona's scream shattered the silence: "YOU ALL HAVE BLOOD ON YOUR PAWS TOO!" Only the mournful wind through the mountain passes answered her. Collapsing into a broken heap, Fiona's body convulsed with silent tremors. From the shadows, Alice watched impassively - though the death grip on her files and the suspicious brightness in her eyes betrayed her.

"That's right, exactly. Our werewolf traditions have been passed down for generations and can't be wrong. The name there is clearly Cillian's." Another chimed in, "Leon canceled the marking ceremony 52 times. Now that Madison is with someone else, he's suddenly regretting it." The whispers reached Leon's ears and nearly broke him. "It's not like that! I changed the name myself! It originally had my name carved on it." As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone fell silent. By admitting that, he just confessed to his own crime. Lucian exploded in fury. "Leon, you know what the Moonlight Tree represents! How dare you treat something so sacred like a joke? You've disrespected the Moon Godd

Maybe some desperate part of her still hoped this was all a nightmare, that she'd wake up and find herself back in a world where mates actually loved each other. The crowd parted, and Damien strode through like a king approaching his throne. He wore all black, his powerful frame radiating the kind of authority that made wolves submit without question. Behind him walked Sophia, dressed in a flowing white dress that made her look like the Luna she was about to become. White. The colour of new beginnings. The colour Elena had worn on her wedding day. "We gather tonight under the blessing of the Moon Goddess," Elder Patricia began, her ancient voice carrying across the silent crowd. "To witness

" Laura said impatiently. Darryl frowned and started to get angry, but he still replied seriously, "No, I really don't know anything about the Goddess of Light. I hope you can tell me." Laura was stunned but replied, annoyed, "You don't even know the Goddess of Light? How did you live all these years?" Then, she ignored Darry while Lolita never looked at him at all. Darryl was very depressed when he saw that and left. At that moment, Lolita bit her lip feeling miserable as she watched Darryl leave. The Goddess of Light was a goddess of justice that people from the Roland Continent worshiped for years. Everyone knew her.

“Go take a walk.” “Mom-“ I stand up and feel myself take a step back. After twenty-two years, I know what comes next. ‘Take a walk’ is Mom’s warning that Lily isn’t happy. In a flash, Lily comes to the surface, throwing an arm across Zara’s body. Her eyes turn black, and she snarls at me with long fangs. “Get. Back.” “Okay, okay! I get it, Lily!” I raise my hands up and back out of the room, closing the door behind me.