Lights Drive My Soul Novels & Stories

broken? "Nightmares can't touch me. I don't get sleep." I tried to crack a joke but it was actually my truth. If I close my eyes that night comes to my vision again and again. I forgot to sleep peacefully after returning here. Maybe I last slept in my sister in law's embrace. She was so warm like...mom. " And I love the scent of blood of course when it is from a bloody betrayer." There was only hatred in my eyes. Maybe he was confused about my emotions. So he thought to change the topic.

We can take it from him since it wont be new to us. I don’t know what it is but her words spark something in me. I look around the space that we are in and my mind starts to race. Its all because light outshines the darkness. I rise to my feet as I spin on my heels. Xander is nothing but light. He radiates. I don’t radiate as bright but I still do shine. Its because it shows my part of the darkness. This is why my gold isn’t as bright as his.A growl behind us has me smirking. It looks like sleeping beauty is back on his feet.

The air around me feels like being wrapped in a warm hug and as I look behind me I gasp, tears pooling in my eyes when I look upon the face of my animai. His hair is flying wild around him from the energy he’s emitting, his body is bathed in this incredibly white light…but it’s broken. Fractured and fragmented like a shattered diamond, yet at the same time these prisms of light surround him, drawing me to me. Telling me that he is my soulmate. I well up when that instinct once again answers my unspoken questions. I now know what these radiant lights are. They’re the light of people’s souls, or essrams in the case of the Gods, and Jartre’s is broken…because of me. I broke him.

"You call me all these things and pretend you care, but you don't! I still can't understand why you don't plan on killing me after I give birth because I'm not sure how I'll live a long, cruel life with such little love and husband who sleeps with a different, prettier woman, every night!" He narrows in on me with those dark, dangerous eyes. "Are you saying you want to die?" That's when I notice the glass lamp on my bedside table. Every word I said will happen if I don't stop it. "Yes," I say and I grab the lamp, hitting it as hard as I possibly can on my head. Then again and again until the blood blackens my sight and I lose the world around me.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

The gentleman in the driver seat slightly taps the man sitting on the passenger side kinda giving him a you spoke too much but maybe I'm just imagining things. There's a brief moment of silence throughout the car brushing it off I say "It's not the point of enjoying them, it's my safe space through books. I was able to live and escape my reality. Because nothing good ever happens where I'm from only if you're willing to sell your soul for it".

Nate, who was the flower boy, trailed behind Henry with a small bouquet in hand. From my seat in the crowd, I saw the look of bliss on Emma's face, and I felt happy for her. The lights dimmed, and the spotlights focused on the newly married couple. Stuart sat beside me. Henry's law firm conducted business with the company, and Stuart had been invited as a VIP guest. He was acting somewhat differently today. He seemed a bit restless. Observing the happy couple, I couldn't resist remarking with a sigh, "Emma looks so happy!"

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.