Lighthouse Lullaby Novelas e Histórias

For some reason, I remembered Celestia singing a lullaby to me when I was little when she seldom visited me, which happened once or twice a year and it was always at breakfast or lunch then she was gone by evening. "Hush now, little shadow, night is long but sweet. The stars will keep your burdens; now you're out of the street. Sleep, my gentle warrior, the dawn can come when it needs to be. Let the dreams embrace and comfort you, like an evening breeze. The waves may rage the following day but tonight I'll protect you, stay with me. Rest your head, my baby, dream of the peaceful sea, my little light." I kept repeating the melody, my voice low in the quiet room. Something changed in me.

CHAPTER 3 MELISSA The storm of the century hits just after midnight. The lighthouse groans like it’s alive, wind screaming, waves exploding against the rocks below. The lantern room is a chaos of lightning flashes and hurricane roar, and I’m pressed face-first to the massive curved glass, palms flat, legs spread, completely naked and glowing like a bioluminescent goddess. Because Nerites is breeding me again.

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

“Hush now dearie, close your eyes under silver painted skies. Where lycans hum their moonlit tune, and wolves dream softly with the moon. Tiny shadows drift on air glowing warm with witches dust, while humans rest in nighttime’s quiet shade. Even gentle vampires roam, finding stars to call their home. All the world sleeps safe and deep.. So hush, my love… it’s time to sleep.” The lullaby sounded sweet, soft and familiar but.. wrong. I immediately turned around to find a cradle rocking gently in the corner of the room. Empty on the inside yet the lullaby continued even though no one besides me was there.

The elder, who’d been lurking in the shadows, edged forward, his eyes wide with awe and terror. “She’s stirring up some ancient … something,” he hissed, and his voice trembled. “The lunar power … it’s greater than we thought.”

Though, every creak of the tower, every whisper of the wind, sets my nerves on edge. What if someone’s out there? Watching me? I force my breath to slow, reminding myself there is no door, there are no stairs, there are heavy curtains on the window, and it is a ridiculously high climb. Softly, I sing a lullaby I’ve known since I was a child, and sleep takes me in its gentle arms. Sleep, my light, my shining star, No matter how far away you are. Threads of sunlight in your hair Weave a magic pure and rare.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

"You have much to learn, but first, you must find the courage to face your past and embrace the truth of your existence." "Truth? What truth?" Lyra's voice trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. "Come with me," Cassandra whispered, her hand extended as an invitation. "Let me guide you through the darkness and into the light." The sun dipped low behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over the secluded meadow. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, their vibrant colors dancing in the waning light. Lyra's eyes flickered back to Cassandra, whose dark hair billowed around her as if imbued with a life of its own.

He is hiding something. "Come in," a voice says inside the hut. It sounds deep and firm. Tad motions to go in first but I hold his shirt, pulling him back. "Who is that?" I whisper, staring into his eyes. "Gabriel. The leader of the pack," he answers. He unlocks the door and opens it wide for me to enter. I slowly walk into the but holding my breath. Tad follows behind me and whispers into my ears. "Relax mi lady." His voice causes goosebumps to form on my skin. I hear light footsteps approaching the room we are in.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.