Light And Shadow Novels & Stories

Prologue When I was a child, I enjoyed listening to my mother's stories. Portraying the never-ending struggle between darkness and light. I would always look forward to her stories, which would be very entertaining. She always told me darkness represents malevolence, while light represents positivity and virtue. Her belief was that the power of light was the sole means by which darkness could be defeated. The resounding message she would consistently convey in her stories is that light will perpetually prevail over the darkness.

Michael said. "Are you dreaming? Avonmora your daughter?" Tharollin smiled. "Let me tell you something which you don't know Birdman, light and darkness do have something in common which most people fail to understand. There is no light without darkness and same as reverse. Light is one side of the coin, and Darkness is the other." Tharollin added.

Master Bakshi's voiced boomed inside the small room. "Every opaque object has a shadow." Varun was sitting on the floor facing his master. "A dark thing that we see in the presence of light." "You are right! But a little off from a concept. A shadow is basically a combined consequence of both the presence and absence of light. "After the discovery of Chakra, it was observed that Chakra pulls out some laws from a transcendental reality. A shadow's existence occurs from the darkness, whereas we perceive it with the brightness! You will learn more about it as you go on."

The shadow screamed as the light struck it, but it didn’t retreat. “You can’t fight it alone!” Eli shouted, rushing to her side. “I’m not alone,” Lyla said, her voice strong. The pack joined her, their combined energy bolstering the light. The shadow screamed again, its form weakening as the light grew brighter. Lyla felt the forest’s energy surging through her, stronger than ever. She focused all of it into a single burst of light, aiming it directly at the shadow’s core. The shadow let out one final, deafening scream before it dissolved into nothingness. The tree shuddered, its blackened bark cracking and crumbling away to reveal vibrant, glowing wood beneath.

Today was Saturday, and we had enough time to resolve this matter. There he was, standing in the middle of the clearing in his full glory. The morning light filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on him, making him seem ethereal. In the semi-darkness, I couldn't make out his expression, and he waved for me to come over.

Before us there is a wall of picture windows, the night is too dark for us to see anything but the own disturbing reflection of four seemingly young people in the presence of an unconscious man being carried towards a set of ominous looking stairs. “This way,” Arthur turns on the light as he leads us down. “If there are any more lights, please turn them on as well. We need as much light as possible. We need to dispel as much shadow as we can.” Arthur nods in understanding. I am guessing he has seen enough of the shadows himself to know that what I am asking is necessary. It's hard to forget the shadows when they have reached into your mind, trying to tear away your soul. Dramatic, I know, bu

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

The hand of golden light reached through the Shadow’s broken chest. Time seemed to stop. The battlefield fell into absolute silence as every eye turned toward the impossible sight. The golden hand did not resemble the silver light of the Creator or the black darkness of the Shadow. It shone with a warm radiance that made even the broken heavens seem dim. The Shadow screamed. The sound no longer carried anger or hatred. It carried unbearable pain. Cracks raced across its colossal body as the golden light forced its way outward. Every fracture released waves of darkness that dissolved into nothing before touching the battlefield.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

Power radiating off her in waves that made the air shimmer. The shadow creatures shrieked. Recoiled from the light. Tried to flee. She didn't let them. The light intensified. Spread down the hallway. Into every corner. Every shadow. Burning away the darkness like morning sun burning away fog. Could feel the curse fighting back. Could feel it trying to pull more power from me. Trying to make more shadows. More creatures. But Lena pushed harder. The light growing brighter. Hotter. Until I had to close my eyes against the glare.