Light Bastion Novels & Stories

We crested the final ridge, and there it was. The Beacon wasn't just a tower. It was a fortress built into the hollowed-out crater of an extinct volcano. In the center stood a spire of white durasteel that pierced the clouds, emitting the pulse that was healing the sky. Surrounding it was a city not a ruin like Vegas, but a sleek, operational base with hangars, hydroponic domes, and defensive turrets that tracked us with silent precision. "It’s the Sanctuary," I whispered. "The place the Ghost Wolf project was meant to defend."

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

Lilith's POV As I walked out of Bastian's house, tears streamed down my face. I was hurt and angry at his stubborn, old ways. I understand he’s trying to protect me, I really do, but I can’t help how much I want him. Who wouldn’t want a man like Bastian Lockhart, CEO of S-Electronics, the best phone company in New York City? Bastian is the kind of man that looks at you and just makes you weak in your knees.

Baji admitted and his stomach growled afterward. “I need to eat.” He said again. “so you’re not gonna do anything about it?” Hanson asked, hoping to know if Baji was at least thinking of something. “what’s there to do right now?” Baji asked back weakly. “and you call yourself a leader?” Damien accused and the began walking away. “what do you expect me to do about it?” Baji asked him but he had already walked off. Baji looked at Felix “have you climbed the trees to see if you can at least see anything from above?”

Beastfolk were on the lower end of society's hierarchy. If Nathaniel's beastfolk side was revealed to the public, his company would be in danger. This was great news! I was delighted, and tears of joy streamed down my astral form's cheeks. Now I finally had dirt on him! Let's see him trying to snipe my projects now! The serpent's tail slowly coiled around me. Its chilly sensation was the polar opposite of Nathaniel's warmth. A song of ice and fire.

It was the sound of Heavy Metal. "We have a massive spatial displacement at the Western Rift," Rhys shouted, his fingers flying across a console that was now integrated with the amber energy of the Mother-Node. "Something is pushing through, and it’s not asking for permissions. It’s a Hard-Surface Incursion." The Arrival of the Bastion The sky didn't ripple; it tore. From the void emerged a vessel that looked like a floating fortress of rusted iron and jagged spikes. It lacked the elegance of the Nebula-Shard. This was the Iron Bastion, the flagship of the Iron-Sovereign League.

" He grinned, rolling his shoulders in the breeze. Shirtless and in fitted exercise pants, Bastion powered through his morning routine—stretching, lifting, moving with an athlete’s ease. Staying lean and limber was second nature. Not an ounce of fat on him—he was built for battle, not for show. Once he finished, he headed inside, packing his gear into the shuttle he’d dubbed Champion. Today wasn’t just any day. It was launch day. Champion had once been a police flier, but these days it was reserved for special ops—no frills, no luxury—just the basics and a prayer that nothing would go sideways. The council didn’t expect trouble. Bastion wasn’t so sure. He caught sight of his father watching

He understands. “The stitching is delicate,” he murmurs. “It won’t hold under strain,” I reply softly. Our eyes meet. Electricity flares through my body. “You’re trembling,” he says. I let a faint smile touch my mouth. “I’m coiled.” Something dark flashes through his gaze. Possessive, protective, and lethal. He lowers his voice further. “They’ve layered the sigils.” “I know.” “Bastion’s left hand,” he says carefully. “He carries the trigger.”

The buffer I created holds. Beyond that, other presences. Kaelia, two floors up, her fierce loyalty a warm glow. Maison, close and steady, his concern for me like a gentle pressure. Other Shields throughout the compound, their energies sharp and focused, honed by generations of hunting. And then, farther still, something unexpected. Bastien.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.