Light Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

"We give it power. We do whatever it takes. We do not leave until it is done. We do not rest until the shadow is bound." Cassian took my hand. Theron took my other hand. Lysander pressed his hand to my back. The bond blazed—gold and silver and blue, brighter than the torches, brighter than the sun, brighter than anything I had ever felt. The light filled the crypt, pushing back the shadows that had been hiding in the corners for years, decades, centuries. And the binding began.

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.