Light Novels Re Zero Novels & Stories

“Three… two… one… go.” —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 25 —— The boy with messy black hair and profoundly blue eyes launched himself forward as the ring of lightning above began to shower sparks over the battlefield. As Tamashi raced towards the white-haired Seishin of Lightning, Rai threw his hands to his sides and began to cackle. “SO THAT’S HOW YOU’RE GONNA START? YOU COULDN’T BE ANY MORE OBVIOUS, TAMAYO! GET READY TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED!”

Seeing the name, I immediately accepted the call. "Hello?" "Wynzlette...Uhmn..." Light suddenly appeared from the distance and we stared at each other. "I'm sorry... But can I please see you?..." My nervousness reached my chest as Light occupied our distance. "I'm sorry. I'll just text you..." I immediately hang up. Light sat down and handed me a glass of water. "You're communicating with him..." he said in serious manner that I coughed. I bowed down. "It's Jared right?" he calmly stated. "Dumbass traitor..." he whispered almost with no sound but it soundly reaches my ears.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Carefully, I raised my head from his chest, studying his face. He was fast asleep, his features completely relaxed. My gaze lingered on his strong jawline and those dark lashes that softened his otherwise sharp features. Unable to resist, I tentatively traced my index finger along his jaw, the stubble rough beneath my touch. A small smile tugged at my lips as I poked his perfectly sculpted nose. When a strand of his silky hair fell loose, I absentmindedly brushed it back, my fingers grazing his temple.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

"Claire, the wolf inside me weeps for your leaving. Stay as my Luna, will you?" I backed away, putting distance between us. Could someone who had not seen the light in three years suddenly turn over a new leaf in three days? No way. I shook my head with a light smile. "Darren, you've had ninety-nine chances over these three years. Everything could have been different if you had kept your promise just once. The wolf inside me was yearning to break free. I could not help but smile. "If you really care about me, you'll let me go. Set me free."

The world didn’t end with fire or broken crystal. It ended with light. A pure, bright, quiet, blinding white consumed everything: the cave, the loud pounding, and the ghosts of their mothers. It was the silence after a scream. Liora felt light, and the pain in her hand and chest was all gone. There was only the light, and a feeling of waiting and listening. Then, it was over. The light pulled back into the heart, which now hung still and quiet in the darkness. Its angry pink glow was gone. It was just a pale, smooth, milky crystal.

Luna Joanna falls into step beside Clover, her presence a calming counterpoint to the tension radiating from the men. "Your dress is lovely," she says softly. "The silver threads honour our traditions beautifully." "Thank you, Luna," Clover responds, grateful for the simple kindness after a day of emotional upheaval. She feels her wolf stirring more insistently now, responding to the proximity of the ceremonial grounds where generations of Kirkwood wolves have first shifted.

“The King wants a public surrender. He wants the world to see the Catalyst kneeling before him.” Faith looked at the map. The warships were still circling above the lighthouse, but they weren't attacking.They were waiting for her to move. “We can't take the transport,” Faith said. “They’ll shoot us out of the sky before we even leave the mist.” “Then how do we get there?” Leo asked. “It’s hundreds of miles.” Faith turned to the Remnants, the old man and the woman who had lived on the island for years. “The lighthouse isn't just a building, is it? My father called this Sector Zero. A zero point is a start and an end.”

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.