Lone Light Novels & Stories

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

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.

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

"You sound exactly like your grandfather when you talk like that—always soothing the tempest. Storms, however, don't appreciate verse. And time… time never makes promises. On the other side of the room, Lily rose up from the rug where she'd been sitting next to Helena. She moved towards the window, her arms folded across her chest as she stared out. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her skin in silver hues. The trees in the garden creaked softly in the breeze.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

Not a single day in my life. I hug my arms to my chest as I pick across the beach. The mist begins to part, and through the starlight reflecting on the gems, I think I see the glow of a… a lantern. Yes, that flickering, soft amber light is stationary compared to the rippling glow of the stars shining against the gems. The mist parts further, revealing a small, stone building with a single sconce lit on its side, right beside a door.

And I was dangerously close to showing her exactly how her little theory about momentum played out in real life. But with all this, she’d just proven what I’d known long before she ever showed up in this city – lone wolves were fu.cked up.

You’re a return. The flashlight dies. And I am not alone.