Light Wielder Book Novels & Stories

Jayce whispered behind me, “Lucar… your wolf is losing control because of her. Why? She’s human. She shouldn’t affect you this much.” I said nothing. Because I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that the moment I saw her eyes… the moment she whispered please don’t hurt me… something ancient inside me broke its chains. And now? Now I couldn’t let her die. Not even if it destroyed me. Mira lit herbs, pressed runes, whispered prayers. The air grew thick with healing smoke. But the moment her energy touched Aria’s skin Aria’s body jerked violently. Her back arched off the bed.

More than that, many humans were injured and terror was painted on their faces. Because the fights were already concluded, the soul warriors calmly stood up and after giving about in my direction, slowly disappeared, and returned. I closed my eyes and felt the power that was brimming in my soul. Earlier, after realizing my power, I have learned the true extent of my abilities and had the understanding of the things that I could do. I was not physically strong, and I could not lead a war. However, I could see destiny and have the power of healing. I raised a hand and pointed it towards the city. Slowly, white light started to emanate from my body. It started as a dim light, until it became br

Chapter 93 The blade of gold light left Liora’s small hand before anyone in the broken family had time to finish the word that might have stopped it. Damien moved on the only instinct that had never required a wolf, putting his body between the radiance and his son even as Zara reached for Elias from the other side. The blade did not strike like a weapon made to kill. It struck like a claim made to finish. The light passed through Damien’s shoulder in a burn that stole the breath from his lungs and continued into Elias as if the father’s flesh had been only a delay and never a barrier. Elias’s gold eyes went wide. The fracture he had held open since the underground chamber flared once in des

She lifted a hand and the walls behind fractured: dozens of shadow-wolves erupted, roaring as they lunged. Kael leapt forward, claws slashing, while Aria channeled her silver light. Blades of moonfire sliced through the darkness. The path trembled. Aria’s power surged: she formed a sphere of silver flame, pushing the shadows back. Kael fought at her side, fangs bared, fur matted in black mist. Elandra pressed forward, tears of black swirling at her palms. “Give me the child!” she shrieked. Aria answered with a pulse of pure light that knocked Elandra off her feet.

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." My hand trembled as I brought it over to my mouth, the book had become empty once again. “W-what is this?! I must be hallucinating.” I muttered as I hurriedly placed the book back in its position and ran out of the library.

she whispers, her voice a spark, but a rift pulses nearby, its void roaring, and a keeper emerges—a Lightweaver, her lunar mark silver, her blade a flare of starlight, her aura radiant but sharp. “Convergence,” she says, her voice clear, “I am Seris, of the Lightweavers. The Veil’s heart is ours to purify. Stand with us, or stand aside.” Her aura surges, Lightweavers appearing behind her, their blades glowing, their intent fierce but rigid, rejecting shadow’s balance.

“If we can learn how to cast these spells or infuse them into our armor then we'll have a great fighting chance at whatever Zerathos throws our way.” Draven pulled another book from the shelves and skimmed through it. “Okay you have shielding and I've got enchanted weapons.” He said, his voice laced with excitement. “From what I'm seeing, they are called ‘light infused weapons’ and are specifically made to counter dark magic.” I moved closer to him, reading over his shoulder. The book deceived several powerful weapons, each crafted with an element of divine energy to fight against the shadows and shadow ingested creatures. The first one was called lumen blade. It was a sword infused with cel

The light meshed with the Wolves' hands and the Hunters' weapons. "Willow, what did you do?" Aiden asked her as he eyed the Wolves worriedly. They flexed their fingers as they shifted them into claws, the white light surging through them. "Just a little something I discovered in one of my grandmother's books." She smiled, "I may not wipe out the entirety of those creatures, but now we have a better advantage. What else can combat against the darkness?" "Light." Amira whispered as she looked to her quiver of bolts attached to her thigh. Aiden looked down at his hands. The white light coursed through his veins there.

I have to assume that this is Buppig and his new mate. I lift Lightning Wielder into the sky, the light of day growing dark as I call to the storms, drawing the lightning into my sword. When I feel the electricity racing down my arm, I slam the sword into the ground, sending waves of energy and electricity into the earth, and rolling toward Lorelai’s army.

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.