Lights Will Guide You Novels & Stories

Even though we’ve come pretty far south, the forest is still dense and deep. “The sooner we start, the sooner we find her and I can get home and take a nap,” Jasper confirms. “Go ahead and do your worst.” Evander places his hands on either side of Jasper’s head. As his eyes go milky white, Gideon closes his eyes and begins chanting. The sticks in the girls’ hands begin to glow with white light that grows before fading to illuminate the tip at the far end. “The brighter the light is, the closer you are. If the light fades, you are pointed in the wrong direction,” Evander explains.

Together we both exit. Atticus pioneers ahead with the flashlight from his phone to guide the way. I switch on my own and my wrist sways from left to right, the probing light interrogates the darkness. Daunted, it flees from the dual funnels of light, expanding the spread the further we trek. I sneak frequent looks off my shoulder. The void of darkness pursues, black swaths that cling to our backs, prowling like an ethereal creature.

Kale held a flashlight in his free hand to guide the way, but he never once let go of me. “Where are you taking me?” I asked again, a small laugh slipping out despite myself as I watched him push a low branch out of the way for me. “You’ll see.” After about ten minutes of walking, the trees slowly began to thin out. And then— I gasped. Lights. Hundreds of them. String lights crisscrossed above a narrow street, glowing warm and golden against the deep blue evening sky. Beneath them was a bustling market that stretched farther than I could see.

My eyes widened when I saw a knife behind on him. “Wait, is that a sword? A real sword? Wow, I just saw something like that,” I said and tried to touch it, but Grant quickly tapped my hand, but there was still a small wound. Is that sword so sharp? “Look at what you did. You are, give your hand to me,” he took my hand and covered his hand. I was closed by a little light that came out of it, after that— it’s disappeared; therefore, I immediately looked at Grant and my writing.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

The lanterns swayed gently overhead, illuminating the dust particles that floated in the air like tiny fireflies, adding to the sense of anticipation that hung thickly between them. “This,” the navigator said, his voice steady and low, “is where we’re headed.” He traced a constellation with care, his finger dancing along the curves of the lines etched into the map. “If we align our course with this constellation, it will lead us directly to the treasure island. However, these symbols here…” He pointed to strange markings along the edge, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They’re warnings. Something about guardians protecting the treasure.”

“If you can’t see, how are we going to get out of here?” Rave’s voice was calm in the blackness. “Take it easy,” he said. “Everything will be fine.” Five tiny blue flames appeared in the darkness as he let his fire loose through his fingers. The flames steadily brightened until they burned like a handful of small candles. The light they cast wasn’t all that much, but it was more than enough to light the ground immediately in front of them. If necessary, they could easily use it to retrace their steps.

“I can’t hear you. But if you hear me, follow the light. It will guide you back to the outside world.” As if summoned by her words, a pale blue glow shimmered through the fog, cutting a path between the twisted trunks. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat waiting to be followed. I adjusted Abriel in my arms—still fast asleep—and rose. “Come on,” I whispered. Gabriel stood slowly beside me, his limp pronounced, but his eyes sharp with determination. Together, we stepped toward the light, one careful stride after another, until it swallowed us whole. The fog tore away.

He’s in the cargo bay with the Stone, riding in the belly of the beast. "Thermal scan, coming from the south. Two minutes out." "Kill the lights," I order. We’re plunging through the forest in absolute darkness, guided only by the occasional flash of lightning and memory. "Charlie, I can't see," Kaleb hisses, tapping the brakes. "Don't stop," I say, leaning forward, pressing my hand against the cold glass. "I know this trail. Straight for twenty yards. Then a sharp hairpin right around the old oak. Trust me."

"Will you help us?" The Guardian of Light regarded them for a moment, its form pulsating with an ethereal glow. Then, with a nod, it extended a hand toward the darkness, sending forth a wave of pure energy that dispersed the shadows like mist before the sun. "Go," it said, its voice gentle yet commanding. "You have my blessing."