Lights Drive My Soul 소설 & 이야기

"It feels too soon. The world still needs your light, Mother. I still need your light." Seraphina stroked her daughter’s dark hair, her touch leaving small, glowing trails of silver particles that dissolved into the air. "My light isn't leaving, Luna. Look at yourself. Every time you heal a broken soul, every time you teach a young mage to choose compassion over power, that is my light. It is woven into your very blood."

The darkness would claim victory. I shut my eyes and reached beyond the stabbing pain in my ribs, beyond the searing heat of the gashes carved into my back. Deeper still, I searched for the very center of my soul, for that tiny, uncorrupted spark neither light nor darkness could touch. This was the part of me that belonged only to us.

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

"Close your eyes. Feel the breeze. Listen to the howls of wild souls. Open your heart and mind. Talk to them, no matter what happens. The fire in the cloth cannot be lost. Once you lost the fire in the fabric of the cape, the souls will not be able to awaken, and maybe our lives become a substitute. Never let yourself float in the air. More so, convince them to lend you their power," he said so I nodded and started the steps.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

I turn, dropping a gentle kiss on his cheek, hoping and praying he makes it tonight. Then I press my cheek to his stubbled one, just needing him to feel that he has a reason to live. I’m relying heavily on these sparks to ignite his soul and tether him here where he belongs. I hum the song my dad used to sing before finding myself singing the last few lines of the little lullaby that felt all too fitting for where we are. “Even when the night is too dark, find your way back home to me. I’ll light your way with little lights. My love will help you see.” My words fill the empty night, echoing back to me on a gentle breeze.

In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A mystic whisper echoes, a timeless, endless thrill A thrill of discovery, of wonder and might A journey through the ages, where love shines bright.

"Exactly. Rumor has it his company's cash flow is dead in the water, he's swamped with debt, and now he's probably homeless." My hand, holding a champagne flute, hesitated for a split second. I had not expected his downfall to come so swiftly. Out of nowhere, the lights in the hall dimmed. Elliott was on stage, his eyes finding mine. "Jo," he said, my name alone hanging in the air, "people often ask me about the greatest, most pride-worthy thing I've ever done." He paused, letting the suspense build, then went on. "There's only ever been one answer, and that's meeting you."

“She sounds like a beautiful soul.” “She was.” Lance turned those intense eyes towards me. “And you are too…a beautiful soul.” He brushed his fingers on my cheek, the touch as light as feather and yet, I felt the tingles down to my toes. “So don’t let anyone darken it. Let you light shine so bright that it blinds every darkness. I’ll be right here beside you…till the very end.”

Her mother had once accused her of that. “You’re just like your father,” Linda had condemned with bitter resentment. “You’re so freaking virtuous, you ought to be wearing a halo! So smug, you make me sick! But you won’t get through life like that. Someday you’re going to fall off your pedestal and fall flat on your sweet, innocent little face and it’ll serve you damned well right!” And she had fallen... Boy, had she fallen…