Light: A Gone Novel Novels & Stories

I said. I looked up at him. "Us becoming mates was a transactional exchange from the start. Shouldn't you be relieved that it's ending?" These words sounded so sharp that they didn't sound like something I'd usually say. Ever since Hannah fell into her deep slumber, the gentle, obedient version of me seemed to have died together with her in that enclosure too. I stood up and opened the door. "Alpha Jack, please leave." After Jack left, I heard he went to a bar.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Kendra wore a light blue dress, the sunlight dancing along the tips of her hair. We promised forever as the sun dipped behind the trees. But now, all those sweet moments had turned bitter. Time changed everything. What once felt sacred now felt like a cruel joke.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Got the whole ceremony set up by the lake. Are you all set?" I did not say a word. Instead, I hung up and let the silence hang. I never made it to the lake. Instead, I went back to the place we used to call home. Darren did not even try to reach out. He only showed up late that night, looking like he had been through the wringer. The second he saw me on the couch, I caught a flicker of guilt in his eyes. "Betty's not feeling great. She's lost her wolf, you know? She's pretty fragile… We can do our thing some other time."

The way the First Dream had felt. The traveler whispered: "It has been sleeping." A pause. "For longer than existence." Another pause. "For longer than memory." The darkness beyond the Graveyard suddenly split open. A crack. Tiny. Yet catastrophic. Golden light erupted through the opening. Not warm light. Not comforting light. Hungry light. The sight made Nova's entire body go cold. Because the light wasn't illuminating the darkness. The darkness was retreating from it. As though afraid. The traveler stared at the crack.

He raised his handgun, his thumb flicking the safety off with a sharp, clean sound that felt like a definitive period at the very end of a long sentence. "Let's go, Zara," he said, his gaze meeting mine one last time. "Let's finish the math." We descended the cold iron ladder into the darkness, leaving the pines and the false daylight behind us. We were walking straight into the mechanical heart of the "Design," where the mirrors were waiting to reflect our every move. And for the first time in ten long years, the bread girl wasn't afraid of the dark. She was the one holding the match. The heavy steel hatch slammed shut above our heads with a deafening, absolute CLANG, instantly locking out

As though the answer I sought was just beyond my reach. The lantern flickered, and I froze. A strange sensation crept over me, like the world was tilting beneath my feet. The room began to blur, the shadows lengthening and shifting. Then, without warning, the library vanished. I was somewhere else. The air was thick with heat and smoke. Newhaven lay before me, but it was a city I barely recognized. Fires raged unchecked, consuming the Human Quarters and the surrounding walls. Wolves and humans fought side by side in the streets below, their faces grim with determination, but their efforts seemed futile against the chaos.

CHAPTER 139 — WHEN THE LIGHTS GOES OUT MAYA’S POV By the time I got home, I swear my soul felt like it had been wrung out, twisted, and hung up to dry under fluorescent light. The city outside the mansion window glowed like molten gold — rich, sleepless, full of life — but all I wanted was silence.

It suddenly dawned on me that the limousine had already left. As I turned to my side, I found Noah standing beside me, while the two bodyguards were positioned behind me. Taking a deep breath, I mustered up the courage to walk towards the building and before I knew it, we were standing in front of the elevator doors. We ascended to the top floor, which I had a hunch was Justin's luxurious office penthouse. The moment the doors parted, a wave of scents, like whiskey and champagne, enveloped me. The soft, rhythmic music filled the air and the dazzling lights seemed even more radiant on the inside.

my mother whispered. “Yes, Mom.” The red light swirled around her in violent, glowing circles before intensifying into a blinding flash. We shielded our eyes, and when the light died down, the necklace was gone. Only a faint residue of red mist remained, sinking into her skin before vanishing completely. Novel’s eyes flew open. She let out a sharp, desperate gasp for air, her chest heaving, but the effort was too much. She slumped back against the pillows, fainting again, but this time, her breathing was steady.