Lightning Among The Stars Novels & Stories

I just have a few test left now My parents are Alpha Gregory and Luna Lena They run the Southern Richmond Pack I have 6 siblings The twins Milo and Shanea are the oldest they’re 22 then it’s Darla she’s 20 and am the middle child then Shasta and Gray is 14 and last Pooh is 10. Milo will take over after Dad as Alpha and I know he is gonna do great He already has leader qualities and he is big on family all about the Pack life the whole pack lives here or on pack land in separate family houses but everyone is welcome at the Pack house so you can guess how my house is day and night ,Just chaotic but in a good way and I try my best to stay out the way. I just like peace and quiet sometimes

Lucifer who was their brother had been judged, and his fate was exile. Suddenly a loud rumble of thunder could be heard, and a powerful bolt of lightning was summoned into the hands of one of the angels fighting below. This angels’ hair was pitch black, and so were his eyes. With the lightning in hand, this angel struck the brilliantly beautiful angel he was warring against, and sent him flying towards a planet several light years away.

The heavens tore apart once more. The sky raged and churned, its thunderous voice drowning every sound as the next bolt of lightning gathered power above. Danial, broken and barely conscious, could only look up. His eyes were hollow yet stubborn, glinting faintly in defiance. The lightning was thicker than before—denser, alive, furious. It split the clouds apart with a crack that shook the ground. The world seemed to hold its breath.

His hand was resting on the amber Anchor, and for the first time in five years, the crystal was glowing—not amber, but a cold, predatory white. ​"The stars," Rowan whispered, his voice sounding far older than five. "Mommy, the stars are talking again." ​High above the Oregon sky, a single, brilliant point of light began to grow. It wasn't a meteor. It was a ship—sleek, silent, and carved from the same iridescent obsidian we had seen in Antarctica. ​The "Direct Intervention" had been a tragedy. The "Scorched Earth" had been a failure.

The air at the gates of the Silver Basin didn't just vibrate; it shattered. Where Elias’s "Void-Zone" met Silas’s "Solar-Aura," the atmosphere ionized, creating a localized storm of violet lightning and steam. To the thousands watching from the walls, it looked like a battle between a dying star and a black hole.

Small pieces of his shoulder were turning into sand right before my eyes. "No, no, no," I cried, pressing my hands against his chest. I tried to pull the starlight from my mark, but nothing happened. I was too tired. I was too empty. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were slow and deliberate. I looked up, expecting a guard. But it wasn't a guard. It was my brother, Leo. But he wasn't wearing his weaver’s clothes. He was dressed in the black armor of the Umbra Knights. He held a sword that hummed with a dark, purple light.

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."

"Last I heard, they were too disemboweled to be found." Something inside me snaps. The wind howls through the camp, whipping through the trees, sending debris spiraling into the air. Energy crackles in my veins, raw and unfiltered. I lift my hands without thinking. A pulse of violet light surges from my fingertips. Lightning, wild and untamed, strikes the earth from the sky beneath Livia’s feet. The impact shatters the ground, sending a shockwave through the clearing. Screams erupt as rogues scatter, their earlier bravado shattered by the sheer force of the unnatural storm raging above.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Shifting in his arms, I turned to face him. We didn't say anything for a while, simply staring at each other for the longest time as he brushed my hair over my shoulder, a faint smile on his face that held no regrets. "You're sparkling like a star." He whispered. "Only because you know that I'm not a Human." "No. For me, you were always sparkling. As a Human and a Mermaid, because you are the woman that I love." If I'm a star, then he must be the sun. Shining brighter and bringing so much warmth, I can't help but feel comforted.