Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

One by one, I lit them—for Grace Winters, for Little Silver Moon, for the innocents who had suffered because of my blindness. The lanterns rose slowly into the night sky, their warm glow reflecting on the still water. I watched until they were nothing but distant pinpricks of light, gradually extinguishing as they drifted beyond sight. The darkness that followed was complete. I stood alone in the silence, hoping that Grace and Little Silver Moon had found peace wherever they were. "Little Silver Moon," I thought silently, the words echoing in the empty chamber of my heart, "remember to hold Grandma Grace's hand."

Just as Jane had said, the full moon was going to come quicker, and probably stay for a longer time; long enough for the evil Tenebris to do as he wishes. I stayed in the same sport, whispering the same four words to myself, over and over again. “Scarlett, please stay alive…” I kept saying, over and over and over again, until the skies went completely dark. The light everywhere went out, and everything was pitch black. There was no source of light in the world again, and I just knew that there was trouble.

My body screamed—every muscle aches, every bruise throbbed like a drum. I tried to push myself up, reach for anything. The last thing I see before darkness drags me under is that faint, almost invisible glow—a tiny red light blinking steady from its hidden corner. Quiet Unyielding. A silent damn testament to the fact that, somehow, I won.

A small flame burning brightly in the darkness. Luna walked toward the flame and knelt down beside it, feeling its warmth on her face. The flame grew brighter and stronger, and Luna felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her. “I am worthy,” Luna whispered to herself, her voice filled with determination. “I am loved. I am strong.” The darkness receded and the light grew brighter, and Luna felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her. She had faced the darkness within herself and emerged victorious without losing her light.

The allied forces surged forward, their spirits lifted by the warmth of the light. Kai held Lyra up, letting her light shine across the battlefield. The darkness screamed, a sound that shook the mountains, but the light held strong. It pushed back the shadows, breaking the darkness apart until nothing remained but the clear, bright sky. The battle was over. The darkness had been defeated. Kai collapsed to his knees, Lyra still held against his chest. The baby was asleep now, her small face peaceful and serene. The golden light had faded, but a warmth lingered, a gentle glow that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

His heartbeat thundered in his chest, the darkness closing in like a suffocating weight. Then, suddenly, a bright light began to glow in the distance, piercing the blackness. It grew steadily, illuminating the void around him. Luca’s mind raced back to the priest’s warning: When you see her light, bow down. Without a second thought, Luca fell to his knees, his head bowed low. The light was blinding, almost too bright to endure, but he kept his gaze down, refusing to look directly at it. The priest’s words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the importance of respect, of reverence.

"Nävihzirelahell'evezinä zilonä riyaamänä, lolanonjönäre laziso kenäsolorenägrü. Vesovehe zilonä grülahell'ekunäjö, Nänontevalamelozinänon lazi." ("Glory to the light, I prithee thee speak. Protect young lads, to their apathetic foe." "Extricate the foe, hinder its beshrew. Assay the wicked, enlighten it.") I peruse, peruse with my trembling hands. Besmirch with the frog's words. Yet, enlighten his eyes to not be blind. Merry entwined.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------