Light: A Gone Novel Novels & Stories

“Right now, go back to sleep. When you wake up, we’ll be in Liono City.” * Before dawn, a faint blue glow lit the darkness of the passage. It came from a phone screen. Hurried footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor. Near the abandoned factory, there was no light except for the moon. A dark figure crawled out from an old bridge tunnel hidden by overgrown weeds and quickly looked around. Just as the figure hurried from the tunnel toward the other side of the factory, bright lights suddenly flared to life in the empty surroundings. One searchlight after another switched on, instantly illuminating the slender figure in black.

The lighthouse shuddered. Its ancient walls cracked from top to bottom. For one final moment... The beacon remained lit. Its brilliant light swept once across the ocean. As if saying goodbye. Then... The tower slowly leaned. Stone by stone... It crumbled into the sea. A massive plume of water erupted into the sky. When the waves settled... Nothing remained. Richard's lighthouse... Had disappeared forever. --- Silence filled the rescue boat. Everyone watched the empty horizon. Elena quietly slipped her hand into Adrian's.

A door that required nothing borrowed, nothing stolen, nothing that left traces in blind zones or legacy layers. Gone. We move to contingency. Tonight. Sent. Phone face-down. Lamp off.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

Zayne had more money than he could ever spend, and Jeremy had received his punishment. It was finally time for me to go. The wind stirred around me. My body grew lighter, dissolving into strands of golden light that began to fade from my fingertips. I turned toward Vera's headstone and slowly knelt before it. "Mom," I whispered. "I'm coming to find you."

A little joyfully. The way people do when grief and gratitude meet. Alaric stepped beside me. Looking down at the page. At the message. At the past reaching into the present. "We did." His voice was soft. Certain. The lantern overhead glowed warmly. The book remained open. The city of the First Light shone beyond the window. And somewhere far away— beneath another sky— the Hall of Found Things still stood beside its river. Its lantern still burning. Its doors still open.

Lena arrived to find them locked in combat, neither able to gain the upper hand. She didn't hesitate. Her light exploded outward, wrapping around Lilith like a cocoon. The ancient vampire screamed, thrashing, fighting—but she couldn't break free. Couldn't escape. Couldn't do anything except disappear into the light. When it faded, Lilith was gone. Again. --- Kael shifted back to human form, breathing hard. "Is she—" "I don't know." Lena stared at the empty space where Lilith had been. "I don't know if she's dead or just... gone."

Zee's POV "And the First Light of Morning Woke to usher the first dawn in Hell And cried as it happened. For the Light was a weak and paltry thing And lacked the Warmth He was accustomed to Now that they were in the dark. He asked for forgiveness, Begged for it, And heard—for the first time, Nothing in return." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"

“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now.” Eli’s stomach twisted. “Nothing? My childhood home burned down in 2018. That’s when my fear of the dark got worse. That’s when everything changed. And now some hacker named The Ghost is throwing it in my face? Tell me what you know.” Cove walked toward the window and looked out at the city. “Let it go, Eli.” Eli followed him, heart pounding. “I can’t let it go. That fire destroyed everything. My room, my things, the only place I felt safe as a kid. Marco said it was an electrical fault. But now I’m starting to think… maybe it wasn’t.”

His answer came with absolute certainty. "To meet..." "...the First Reader." The library collapsed. Not with fire. Not with violence. With silence. One shelf after another dissolved into countless glowing letters. Instead of falling, the books unraveled into streams of light that drifted upward, disappearing into the fractured white sky. Adrian instinctively reached for one of them. The moment his fingers touched the light— A voice whispered beside him. "Every forgotten story leaves behind a question." The light faded. Only the ancient crystal compass remained in his hand.