Light Wielder Book 소설 & 이야기

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Hadirt was shocked to see Wilbur, as well as the state he was in. "Wilbur Penn… you're alive! Wait, you're the heir of the Child of Light? You're wearing a full suit of Light Armor! There is no place for light, not in the nine major towns! I'm going to kill you!" Hadirt's sword broke through the defense barrier of the power of light, stabbing in Wilbur's direction. Wilbur gripped the black sword with his hands, and the Light Gloves converted the energy of the sword into the power of light that was channeled into Wilbur's body.

Every nerve screaming. But I held on as the rhought of Lucas. Our wedding. Our future. Our pack. The light intensified. Brighter. Hotter. I could feel my life force draining. Feel myself fading. *No. Not yet. Just a little more.* Commander Vane tried to run. The light caught him. He screamed and dissolved into nothing. The other shadow wielders broke and ran but the light was faster. It chased them down and consumed them. Finally, it stopped. The light faded. I collapsed.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

"Hybrids don't need to display power with their hands; their thoughts alone can cause impact. Now, Light, switch it back on." Light didn't move a muscle outwardly, but her focus was clear. Within seconds, swifter than a blink, the light flickered back to life, chasing the shadows back into their corners. My thoughts went spiraling like leaves caught in a gust, 'Just how powerful are they?' The demonstration had been brief but stunning. Aria and Light, as fairy-werewolf hybrids, wielded a power that was subtle yet immense, controlled by thought alone. It was a capability that set them apart, made them assets in the coming confrontation with Darkhood.

But I felt something else too—the earth beneath my feet, alive and healed, the wind carrying the scent of home, the distant laughter of my children. ‎ ‎I stepped forward, the warmth in my chest steady, not flaring but calm, like a hearth fire. ‎ ‎“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice clear, carrying over the valley. “Light doesn’t need shadow to exist. It just needs to burn.” ‎ ‎I raised my hands, and the light answered—not a blaze, but a steady, endless glow, the same light that had healed Ironclaw, stopped the rogues, sealed the veil. It poured from me, soft but unrelenting, wrapping around the Last and her followers.

“All of them.” Liam grabbed my wrist gently. “Maya, don’t push yourself—” “I’m fine,” I said firmly. “And they’re not.” I closed my eyes and focused, letting the light flow through me. A soft glow spread from my palms, widening into a gentle beam that covered them all. The air shifted. One by one, I felt their pain,burns, cuts, exhaustion and guided the light carefully, mending what I could. The warriors gasped softly as their wounds began to close.

Quarth held the hilt of his longsword with both hands, extended it forward, and pointed it to Larice. —[Swordlight of Mugronar]— His chest glowed with orange light, bursting out energy in the air. Larice spread her eyes open in horror, stepping back as she watched the empyreal sword absorb the energy. The weapon blazed with a bright fire, hugging around the blade. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Whitewind?” Quarth said with an evil smirk on his face, glowing from the fire. Suddenly her mind was flashing a lot of dark memories. Larice made herself hide behind a huge pillar.