Light Novel Heaven Novels & Stories

★★★ 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 looked at his hand, almost shapeless, then looked up. Above, a new sky appeared. Not red, not black. But soft blue, a blue that had never existed since the beginning of the world. Rayden gave a small smile. “So this is how it feels… to close the sky.” Then everything was silent. No fire, no light. Only Raelyn’s voice once again whispering through the white mist, “Brother… that’s enough.” And this time, Rayden bowed. For the first time, he truly rested. Light swallowed everything.

Those who had been eager to fight earlier now had no courage left to fight Xiao Meiyin's group. As they retreated, Xiao Meiyin, who was floating in the sky, played music, and at that moment, thousands of lights like needles floated in the blood-filled night sky. With a wave of her hand, the thousands of lights flew towards the group fleeing the battlefield. The lights were like rain falling to the earth; wherever they hid, they would still be hit by the raindrops. And the difference with these falling lights was that they did not destroy their bodies or wet their clothes. They instantly eliminated all their souls without the pain of losing their lives normally. Those below the immortal realm

But as she rounded the corner, she froze. ​Ryan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the bleeding neon lights of the midnight city. He hadn’t turned on any lights. The only illumination came from the moon and the distant skyscrapers, casting his tall silhouette in sharp, dramatic relief. He was wearing nothing but a pair of dark grey lounge pants, his bare back displaying a broad, muscular definition she hadn't anticipated.

Damien's POV I learned early that the things you love most are the things you're most likely to lose. I really really don't want to lose Heaven. The bedroom is quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the window and the low hum of the heater kicking on downstairs. Heaven lies on her side, facing away from me, her arms curled loosely against her chest. The bedside lamp casts a warm gold pool across her shoulder, catching the faint freckles that dust her collarbone like scattered stars.

and nothing else. I sprinted to the bed and rested my fingers against her neck. I don't hear her heart beat or her breath...and no pulse. ****author Taniamalloye**** Hey Reads...so sorry for not being able to update on time.i will fo better to solve the problem. I really hope you keep on supporting Light and her human mate until the end... At the end of this book, i will be making a special announcment so i hope u guys can stay on...*-^

For some like me, I just wanted to know what was going on around here. “Hello, newcomers,” Rad greeted with a high voice. “Welcome, welcome to the two thousand and eighteen years of Game of Heavens and Earth.” Two thousand and eighteen years! Like the current year? Was that how long this Game had been? The crowd went silent for a while before erupting into an uproar. Rad coaxed us to calm down so he could explain.

Jonah snarled, not an angry snarl, but the scream of someone trying to deny reality. Hazkiel chuckled softly, and the wound throbbed like it burn him inside out. “Tell Lanaya too....” Jonah's and Hazkiel’s attention was drawn to an eye-blinding light streaking rapidly into the darkness of the night sky. What’s that ...? Hazkiel could feel it. That’s Lanaya. Did she sacrifice herself again? Hazkiel will never know the answer. In an instant, an extremely bright light shone in Elenio’s sky, like sunlight appearing in one enormous explosion. Everyone covered their eyes, and it continued like that until some time after the light had passed.

There was this uneasiness in my heart and a burn in my wound. “Erin White?” the receptionist calls my name. I got up from my place and went inside the office. As I open the door, a mixed fragrance of jasmine and woods strike my nostrils. It lightens my mood and anxiety. My gaze meets with a pair of angelic blue orbs that are shining like sun rays in water. “Hello, Erin! I am Light. How are you? Please take a seat.” he gestures to me to sit. “I am physically fine but mentally, a total mess.” I smiled slightly at him.

It was a cosmic tapestry pulsing with a gentle, harmonious rhythm—a living grid that the denizens of a thousand different star systems called the Light of the Luna. This was not a light born of destructive solar fires or the overwhelming, blinding pressure of raw magical authority. It was a soft, pearlescent glow, carrying the exact warm cadence of a spring dawn and the absolute, unshakeable safety of a mother’s protective embrace. It was an eternal flame kindled millennia ago in a single, dark dungeon by a broken woman who had refused to let her suffering make her cruel. Now, it had expanded to become the spiritual anchor of the entire universe.