Light Wielder Book Novels & Stories

I was the Luna of the Eclipse Pack, and my pack was bleeding. My light became an extension of my will, precise and surgical. I was a lighthouse in the storm of shadows, my beams cutting through the darkness to sear a void-walker's form, to disrupt a cultist's chanting, to illuminate a path for a retreating warrior. I was no longer trying to hold back the entire ocean; I was plugging the leaks in the dam, one by one.

The outcome of the battle in the distance could not be decided in a short time. Now, it depended on who could take action first, James or Xayvion. Whoever took action first would win this battle. In the dark void, Xayvion walked forward. He held a black longsword that beamed with Sword Light. The Sword Light was formed by the inscriptions of countless races. It contained an unfathomable power. The Sword Energy absorbed the magnificent power of the Dark World. Once Xayvion pulled out the sword, the dark void trembled.

His golden eyes glinted as he turned to face another, faster than I could track. I felt a rush of fear—my first thought was that I needed to protect him, not myself. But then one of the creatures turned to me, dagger raised. My hands shook, but the book pulsed in my bag. I drew it out, and the faint light on its cover seemed to grow. I raised the book instinctively. A wave of white light shot outward, striking the creature squarely in the chest. It screeched and evaporated into a puff of black smoke. The others hesitated, hissing, as if they had never faced this kind of power before.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

The aura of the light beams was mixed with extremely terrifying killing desire. Heath saw it. He gritted his teeth and gathered his courage to rush to where Severin was and blocked in front of him. At the same time, he shouted out, "Hurry! This is a weapon made from the corpse of an ancient ferocious beast, Wendigo. It is equivalent to a level-five protective divine weapon!" Mona heard it. Her heart pounded ferociously. She raised her hand to gather the ocean and transformed the ocean into two huge palms that slapped toward the light beam.

The wild energy in me steadied. That’s it, Leah, Athena whispered. Use him. Let his energy balance yours. I raised my hands again. The light gathered in my palms. It was bright and fierce, but this time it obeyed me. I sent it surging toward the enemy. It hit them in a wave and knocked back half a dozen of Tariq’s men. A cry went up from our warriors. Hope filled the air. Kayden’s voice echoed again. That’s my girl. Keep going.

The darkness roared upward like a tidal wave, forming into a massive shadow shape. And in that moment… Something inside me spoke clearly. This is only the beginning. I lifted my head, eyes glowing fiercely. My wings spread, the silver light so intense it burned the darkness away. The Creator froze. Even Aetherion looked alarmed. And for the first time… I felt it. The Blood Heir wasn’t a seal anymore. It was a weapon. A force beyond anyone’s control. And Was finally ready to wield it. *************************************************

Instead of trying to make it happen, I simply accept that it already exists within me, waiting to be acknowledged. A tingling warmth spreads through my palms, subtle at first, then growing stronger. I open my eyes to see a soft blue-white glow emanating from my hands—not the explosive burst of uncontrolled power from before, but a steady, intentional illumination. The shadows recoil as my light touches them, curling away like paper held to flame. I step forward, arms extended, pushing my light against the darkness. The barrier resists, then begins to part in the center, creating a pathway just wide enough for one person to pass through.

The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin. This should disgust me, he thought. But his hands were already opening the book. The first page bore a warning in faded ink: "Beware the bond that cannot be broken, for it will remake both hunter and hunted." Nathan's pulse hammered in his throat. He shouldn't be here. He should— A floorboard creaked upstairs. Nathan snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. Decision made. He'd steal it if he had to. Whatever this was, he needed to know.