Light Novels No Game No Life Novels & Stories

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

However, my heart skipped a bit when I narrowed my gaze toward Light and she was no longer there. For some reason, an anxious feeling rose within me_ which was unlike me. I usually didn't care about anyone, much less someone who had done nothing but get on my nerve since her arrival, Or perhaps, it was the bet I made. Yes, that could be it. A thousand arrows spouted out from different directions, killing and injuring some contestants but Light was still nowhere in sight, I couldn't even smell her. Something is wrong. After about thirty minutes, the lights came back on, and about fifteen wolves lay on the floor, some dead and some badly injured. My eyes travel amongst the remaining but, there

He looked at her softly “ Are you seriously gonna sit there and start reading those lame books when there’s an awesome new game that just launched and with limited edition of only ten copies in the whole world inside the television of my living room ? “ said Noah . “ I prefer to study with Ayla . “ said Noah . “ Are you serious ? “ said Aron . “ “ Brother…..you look a bit irritated…. “ said

D.M. O V E N D E N The Lightblaser Saga B o o k T w o Rise of The Mysterium Crusade P r o l o g u e “Awake” a voice rang through his mind from the distant fragments of memory, blackness encased him, his body seemed to feel like it was floating completely weightless yet his mind was alive like electric “Is that what I am? A Shadow?” He thought, gradually vision began to return. A man stood over the Shadow, nothing but a blur as the light hurt his eye but this didn't stop him from recognising the man instantly.

Which is entirely mystery. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to browse the chat box. Regardless of what bullshit the game is made of or even if it was a God or a otherworldly being—he simply don’t give a fuck. Companies like this were just a fucking show-off. He browse for more and saw another news regarding the so called ‘Mysterious Game Arc of SHION revelation' even the headline sounds so cliché to him and simply watched it for another rant.

I said. Lumi popped out of nowhere, clutching a lace handkerchief. “Good news! I stole Serina’s accessories. They whisper compliments to themselves. Very on brand.” Riley fist-bumped her. “Minister of Nope: undefeated.” “Minister of Nope: underpaid,” Lumi corrected. We walked back through a city that wasn’t ours yet — but it was waking up, and that was close enough. Every streetlight flickered like it was trying to remember which side it was on.

As he turned from the window, the camera caught one last still on the screen—Lily and Vandaulf kissing under a canopy of white roses. Brigs stared at it. Then, calmly, he picked up the chipped ceramic mug from his tray and hurled it across the room. It exploded into the wall. A guard swore. “Keep it down, Carlston!” But Brigs just laughed—low, rusted, chilling. Because he understood something that they did not. The game was not over. It was just changing.

★★★ 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.

But the air in the room tightened like a noose. He stepped around the table with deliberate slowness, the silver clasp of his holster glinting under the low light. “I’m not a god,” he said evenly. “I’m the man who decides if you live long enough to finish your sentence.” Lamberto bared his teeth, equally rising to his feet. “You don’t scare me, boy.” The click of Montez’s pistol chambering a round was louder than any shout. One second Lamberto was sneering but in the next, the shot rang out—sharp, deafening in the enclosed space.