Lone Light Novels & Stories

The moon hung cracked and bleeding over the Hollow Valley, its pale light cast in streaks of silver and crimson. Below, the world simmered on the brink of annihilation. At the edge of the battlefield, Selene stood cloaked in twilight, her fur matted with sweat and ash. She had slipped past Liora’s border patrols, risking her life to deliver one final plea to the Light Luna. Her paws carried her to the edge of Dawnspire’s courtyard, where Liora stood like a goddess incarnate—her robes of spun gold rippling in a phantom wind.

The soft sigh of the night wind over the truncated spires of the Celestial city, teasing the blossoms of my little pet Lavender shrub in its red-glazed pot. I lifted my gaze and stared out at the multicoloured lights of the windows laid out around me. I could see others like me, maybe thirty in total. All of them, without exception, alone. Loneliness is part of existence up here. We all have internal shadows, things we struggle with. It's apparently meant to be this way; we're meant to suffer at least a bit. We can perhaps steal a moment of bliss and forgetfulness with one another, or in the arms of one of the obliging visitors from Down Under.

The wind was strongly brushing through my hair and I think the waves crashing from below made it sound more daunting. I stand in here almost midnight under the bright full moon being completely confused on what I should do to find the lighthouse. I pulled my phone out and turned on the flashlight, I looked around to be on guard and noticed that I was completely alone in here. I turned the flash of my phone towards the nothingness of the cliff and couldn’t fathom how a huge lighthouse would be totally invisible from the naked eye.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

Xandar stood a half a meter from his cousin before pulling Lucianne to stand in front of him as his arms gently wrapped around her shoulders and abdomen from behind just to make sure she stayed where she belonged, in his arms. Suddenly, Lucianne started muttering to herself, “Green ones are the wolves. That’s the Lone Light Pack, and then moving south, Misty Dawn and Cold River. The red ones,” her head cocked to one side as she studied the two measly red dots in wolf territory on the hologram. Greg waited for her to figure it out as he stole a glimpse of her beautiful thinking face. Lucianne eventually guessed, “Probably rogues.” Desmond’s excited voice came f

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

Walking a few steps away from the big house and away from the warm lights from within clarifies the sky to a vivid glimmering ceiling. The moon is hidden behind the horizon, setting the stage for the tiny crystals to dance above the earth. Lonewood is far enough from the biggest cities, and the amount of light that isn't present around it makes it possible to see the heavens above that are adorned in a million diamonds. Taking my hand, Dane leads me across the porch and to the huge wide yard. We'd made a habit of taking a walk at night around his yard, to talk and also to take Rupert for his daily, or nightly, exercise.

I remember. It was... silent, Cale said. There was no direction. No up or down. Just... existing. It sounds lonely. It was. But the lighthouse... Cale looked out the window toward the dark point. The lighthouse is solitary, Cale said. But it speaks. It speaks? It says 'I am here', Cale whispered. It says 'Turn away from the rocks'. It is a conversation with the dark. And you want to have that conversation? I want to win the argument, Cale said.

“How far northwest?” I typed to Aldric. His reply came back in a heartbeat. “Three hours. Toward the silver light. She can see it from where she is.” I turned my screen to Rhydian. He read it, then glanced out at the spreading light near the trees, steady, patient, and honestly, it didn’t care what problem it was causing. “Can we stop it?” Malek asked. “I don’t know how,” I said. “The mark,” Soren said. “If the mark controls the light…."

CHAPTER 128 There was darkness. Not the kind that came when night fell. There was a silence so complete that even the sound of thoughts grew quiet. A lone figure stood atop the broken tower; his presence was hard to ignore. The Blood Moon pulsed brightly, no longer tethered to its natural cycle; it now bent to his will. The Blood Moon pulsed like a wound in the sky; its glow was no longer bound by the heavens but chained instead to the will of the lone figure standing atop the broken tower.