Light Novel Bastion Novels & Stories

Seraphina Voss—still technically—was sharpening something else. Perception. If the Blessed Luna thought she could keep her storm‑blooded pup untouched under Council lightning, she was about to learn what happened when someone else started aiming the strikes—straight at the girl who’d named him *storm* and the woman arrogant enough to say *our* on live feed.

but I still won't leave. I believe Bastien will keep me safe from all the monsters that lurk under the streets of Paris...until he doesn't. Until I'm captured by his enemies and taken from the City of Light. I know Bastien will come for me. I know Bastien will kill every single one of them for taking me. FLEUR

Caitlyn’s POV I stared at my reflection, taking in the growth I perceived just by glancing at my appearance. The scared girl who lost her parents in an accident seemed to be fading away. “Caitlyn!” Mira called out. “We need to leave. My mum will be back any time soon, and I don't want her seeing the clothes I'm wearing to the bonfire.” “Your mum is so hot,” I heard Orion comment before an argument ignited. I took one more look at myself before heading for the door.

It felt like a war zone. A beam of light cut through the darkness and landed on Belle just as she stumbled toward the balcony doors. “Belle!” Bastian’s voice tore through the chaos as he rushed to her side. Bastian scooped her up in his strong arms, his breath catching when he saw the cuts on her arms. "Take my phone—hold the flashlight steady!" he ordered. Through tears and pain, Belle tried to keep the trembling beam of light pointed forward as Bastian guided her down the pitch-dark corridors.

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

As we now walked into the woods to a nice opening just inside close to the school which from Reese’s house in more of the area considered the town it was only ten minutes away. Reese hurriedly texted I assumed Alex and I allowed my thoughts to wonder what Sophia meant by I had her support. Were they trying to make me the next High Priestesses? I didn’t think that was the way the moon goddess would go and in many ways hoped she wouldn’t. I felt dread inside me thinking of the idea of being in that house again and even more so in the room where Melina had lived all of what I remembered. It felt gross and disgusting and although I’m sure whoever the replacement was I would find my way there at

And had it not been for the noisy entrance of the chambermaid into the lounge next door to the bedroom, that disgusting incident might’ve gone considerably further than it had. Youth had given her an edge… Youth often knew no fear. That had been her strength at the beginning. She really hadn’t realized what she was up against. Christophe, a merciless, arrogant man. The usual businessman/shark… Superbly clever, insidiously calculating, and terrifyingly dangerous.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

“There’s too many of them.” Through the bond, Tamara felt Kai’s worry. Not for himself—for the pack. He thought the rogues were a distraction. While he was far away, something else might— All the lights went off. The room went super dark. Only silver light from Tamara’s mark and moonlight from the window glowed. “Nobody moves,” Lilith said. Her voice sounded different now. Dangerous. Something felt wrong. Tamara felt it in her bones. The pack house got super quiet.