Light Lover Novels & Stories

“And I also need a candle.” “Where the fuck are we going to find a candle?” Norman spat. “And what’s the mirror for?” “Just calm down, babe, okay?” Sounding a lot more excited to what was happening, Diwata held Norman’s hand. “Save your questions for later.” “Is a lighter going to work?” Idris bellowed eventually bringing out a lighter from the pocket of his pants. “Yes. As long as it produces fire, that’s more than enough.” Soraya rushed towards Mr. Lykaios nonchalantly snatching the lighter out of his hand.

The man studied her. "The Ledger answers desire," he said. "Not words. Are you certain this is truly what you want..." "Yes!" Lydia snapped. "Beauty is useless. Power belongs to the clever." Her eyes flashed as she looked at the silver light. The man in black turned to me. "And you..." Before I could answer, Lydia lunged. She snatched the silver light from his palm. The moment her fingers touched it, the Scholar Gift sank into her skin like liquid moonlight.

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.

" Could you please not talk to me in this dark place? I can't see your face. It's getting creepy already. And please do something about me not seeing anything, or I will get my phone and see where you've taken me to. " "Don't worry, miss; you won't need a flashlight because... there will be light!" With these words, he snaps his fingers, and immediately the whole place is lit with beautiful colored lights. Loretta was so amazed that she didn't notice the gasp that escaped from her mouth. She looked around and saw they were in a garden with beautiful flowers, and the night sky made it even more beautiful.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

he whispered, the words sounding like a cry for help rather than a promise. Liora turned away, giving them space. Her own hands trembled slightly. She looked at her palm; the dark scar was still there, but now a tiny pink light swirled inside it, like a trapped spark. The white light in her chest felt calm and happy, like it enjoyed eating the pink light. That thought made her feel sick.

“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

Lore Light’s loud voice echoed in the surroundings and the still confused servants and students from the blast hurriedly came back to their senses to help their friends and comrades while bringing the heavily wounded to Lore Light. As the caretaker of the Moon view temple, Lore Light’s special healing ability is known to all, and even the former caretaker took some of his energy to save a few lives that were almost snuffed out by the explosion. Lore Light felt his energy leaving his body as a white and pure light shone on his palms and melded into the body of the heavily burnt arms of the temple student in front of him. “Carry the healed ones to the main hall of the temple and let the female