Light Novel Bastion Novels & Stories

Elliot and Henshaw anchored the center, refusing to let the enemy break through. Knox looked at me. “You stay close and don’t leave my sight.” I folded my arms. “You know that’s not happening.” He sighed. “I knew you were going to say that.” “I have powers.” I tell him “I know.” “I can fight.” “I know.” “So stop trying to protect me.” He smiled.“I can’t.” Before I could argue Bastian appeared again and his shadows gathered around him like a living tide. His black eyes settled on us. “So touching.” He mocked and rolled his eyes

The ash-throne trying to claim my legs. And underneath all of it—a truth my blood had been trying to say since the beginning: I wasn’t chosen to belong. I was chosen to end. My eyes snapped open. The corridor pulsed. I spoke, low and certain: “NEW LAW.” The rune light stopped climbing. The walls stopped tightening. The seam-eye blinked fast, startled. Kieran’s coal eyes narrowed, furious. “No.” Dax’s silver gaze widened a fraction—surprised. The corridor spoke again, for the first time sounding uncertain:

I shield my eyes as the light gets brighter. The light dies down, and when I open my eyes, I stare at the ghostly figure of a man. The man is tall, has long brown hair that falls down his back. His brown eyes sparkle, and his fair skin shines. Bane growls loudly before picking Bastian up with his teeth and throwing him onto his back. ‘No one come near Bastian, or I’ll tear you apart.’ Bastian seems to be in shock, and he can’t speak though his mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Bradford and Ashley ripped through the Bitten that came out of the forest. Bastion circled Bloodchild, “You have done enough! Stop this nonsense and agree to the terms of our treaty! You have no right to interfere with royal decisions. Out of your station and you will be out of MY REALM.” Bastion leapt at Bloodchild and slashed at his neck. He struck the skin and blood sprayed out.

For four hundred years, the Vanguard had defended this choke point with speed, blades, and the rapidly depleting magic of their own life force. Today, they were watching a titan rewrite the rules of war. Mwajuma stood at the very edge of the Bastion, her toes gripping the polished wood just inches from the abyssal drop. The violet morning sun barely penetrated the thick canopy here, leaving the Bastion bathed in the eerie, bioluminescent glow of the warding moss. She was stripped down to a tight, sleeveless canvas binding across her chest and heavy leather trousers, her dark skin slick with a thick sheen of sweat. The geometric amber tattoos wrapping around her massive biceps and broad back

“The city, Bastion, Orion. Men who promise to protect you while quietly preparing to sacrifice you.” “No,” I say automatically. But doubt coils anyway. The room changes. I gasp as the world reshapes itself around me. Crescent Falls it once again whole and untouched. Lanterns glow softly along the streets instead of flames burning in broken down buildings and crumbling stone. The cult markings are gone. There is laughter rather than screams. My breath catches and my heart aches for the familiar sights of home. Bastion stands at the center of it all, alive and strong, sunlight catching in his hair. I’m beside him on a balcony of black stone veined with gold, my hand resting easily in his. Behi

Bastion delighted in being near Autumn, especially when she called him Basil. She noticed his pupils changed color, and he was sure she felt a deep affection for him. Autumn liked hearing his deep voice as he described his beautiful home, a place she wished she could at least visit someday. She doubted such a place existed on Earth, especially with all the turmoil around the globe, but she enjoyed dreaming about it with him. Bastion told her about his studies and how he became a botanist, someone who explores plants, when he’s not out protecting his environment.

'Find the golden dragon, find the seven power stones and forge a weapon that can destroy the demon god. The golden dragon is the only one who can stand up to the demon god but he is not powerful enough. He needs your help, you The legendary mage, his soul mate, and he needs this weapon to fulfill his destiny and save us all.' .................................................... Astoria World 2-01 Cassy, after this weird message, woke up and she was suffocating and drowning... Drowning?

Some of the guardians went to fetch the already burnt Virion who was weak to the bones and pulled him by the arm to the portal. "Ruby, let's go to the city and fight the scrawnies," Jared suggested and his lover agreed. "I can ride a jet," Jamie chipped in. As Virion saw the green light of the portal, he flinched but the grip holding his left and right wrist were too strong that he couldn't even move as he flinched. Immediately Jared, Jamie, Ruby, Santiago and Alessia left in the jet to the city, Alfred started pulling Virion closer to the halo till it sucked him in. He did the same to Henry.

Brock says, walking up to my locker, and I frown. “Nah,” I say, not really interested in making conversation with this asshole. He cocks his head and points towards the door. “The faggot.” As soon as he says this, my head whips back, and I look straight into Liam’s bruised face. The swelling around his eyes has gone down, but the bruising around his nose and eyes will still be there for a while. He looks straight ahead as he walks with a pained expression on his face. No matter how many pain pills you take, a broken rib still hurts like a motherfucker.