Light Novels In English Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Lucan's daughter, Light, turned her attention to me, her curious gaze sparkling with interest. "So, what's your name?" she asked, her voice light and friendly. I met her gaze, my face a mask of calmness. "I'm Lilith, a warrior," I replied, the lie rolling off my tongue with practiced ease. The others from my pack remained silent, their faces neutral, including West. It was as if they were in on the lie.

Light chuckled with Jet’s reaction, possibly enjoying the confused look plastered on his face. “Visiting my boys and sending private news to the royal orphans,” Light replied, which made the Reds look at him again. When he got a clear view of the seven, he bowed his head, “Greetings, Your Majesty.” Only five of them bowed back to Light. Raze’s head keeps on facing left and right as he still can’t sink in what in the collision of two worlds is happening.

“You mean I can leave?” “Well, you can't leave the realm, Drake has to take you since you don’t know how to leave yet.” He said clearing his throat. “But you can go outside if you want to. It’s daytime, you don’t want to be outside during the night. Some creatures out there are scary, and we don’t like to be out there, they kill our kind.” “Are they Light Dweller?” “Some call them that, but I don’t know.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “But I would fear them if I were you.”

Knoxx muttered and went over to help calm down the bodyguards. "Shit!" Camden shouted and ran over too, he could see a war starting already. The peaceful night turned into a night filled with chaos. It took a while to calm down the bodyguards and to make them allow Camden and the others bring Ahmya to the nearest hospital. Everyone was rushing, everything felt like they're in fast forward in Camden's eyes, he wasn't quite sure he was actually bored earlier. They were perfectly aware that the Dark was already stirring, just waiting for the perfect timing to wage a war and to seize the Light's territory. 'It won't be long,' Camden thought as he heard that Ahmya Yamato was declared dead.

He told Elian this, later, while they were in the kitchen making dinner — not the fish, something simpler, the first-night provisions that didn't require precision but required being made together in a kitchen that was now theirs. "The light is continuous," Elian said, cutting bread with the attention he gave to things he did by hand. "I like that." He paused. "The novel has that — the light moving through it, from the beginning to the end. I didn't plan it consciously. But it's there." "What kind of light?" Dante asked. "Atlantic light," Elian said. "The specific quality of light that has been over water. It's different from interior light. It's been through more." He paused. "It knows some

Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand. "Finally, my mate," he grinned, a sick smile on his face. "Are you ready to begin our eternal journey together?" "Why don't you try my 'eternal journey' first," I said, turning to face him. A golden light flashed in my eyes. In that instant, a powerful wave of my own aura flooded from me. Damien's body froze. The mechanical legs screeched and whined but were completely immobile. "How... how is this possible?" he stared at me, his eyes wide with terror. "Your power... it's never been this strong."

Calvin's grip on my hand vanished instantly. I did not even want to spare them a second glance, so I turned and walked away. I could feel the sting of Rebecca's glare on my back. Soon enough, their laughter was a mere echo behind me. … The next morning, I grabbed my bags, ready to hit the road. However, the moment I stepped outside, the world went pitch black, and I was out cold. When I came to, I was tied to a chair.

You’ve been wanting to change it for a while to get my attention, haven’t you? [I was too busy painting to notice, so you had to make a big scene, I suppose?] Reading the barrage of texts, I felt nothing but a dull ache in my chest. When did the Henry I’d once loved so fiercely become this person? I had nothing left to say to him. I simply replied: [You’d better read the agreement carefully. You’ve already signed them—only formalities remain.] Silence followed for a few minutes before he called. I ignored it. Exhausted from the journey, I muted my phone, took a long bath, and slept soundly.

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

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.