Luz Mala Novels & Stories

Within the smoke, I can see lightning that flashes crazily around. "What?" I hiss, leaning in closer to get a better look. "Is that?" "A bad omen." I don’t speak as Rosa makes her way toward me and sits the clothes she brought me down on my bed. "We just spotted it ourselves." "What island is it?" "Fulgor," Rosa admits. "We fear that Mount Malum may be erupting." "But I thought that Mount Malum was dormant." "It was," Rosa confirms. "But it seems that it has come back to life."

she says excitedly, her eyes going wide. “That was probably a sprite.” “Maeve made the sprites around our packs little lights, so every night, it looks like we have lightening bugs in the forests, but really, it’s just them,” Malin says, smiling at Cohen. “It does make the forest look magical,” he says, smiling back at her. “Are they all white lights?” Marlene asks, getting more and more excited.

the second one replied him. Malik quickly got his phone from his pocket and turned on the Torchlight. He shone the light on the last spot he kicked Adeline to, but his soul departed from his damn body when he saw who it actually is. Madden! He's sitting on a stool, face bruised from their kicks, and his bloody lips spread into a devilish smile. His cross necklace shone with the torchlight. Malik's mind reeled in terror. His limbs turned to lead, weighted down by dread.

CHAPTER ONE The full moon that night was unusually bright. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever seen it shine that brightly, but I did remember sitting at the raised pedestal with my family and my friends, where I was supposed to be eating and celebrating, but all I did was look glum. The moon was supposed to be a warning, but I missed it. My father caught me staring up at the moon curiously and I heard him give a low chuckle beside me. "You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?"

He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone. “Wow” she said mockingly “I hope your magicules last.” As dark smoke comes out from her palms wrapping Lynx then throwing him against the wall. Lynx protection spell got broken making them exposed on Luma energy suction spell. Luma’s laugh echoed across the cave, like a witch successfully turned a child into a mouse. Thinking how being human weakens the once upon a time strong sentinels of the Moon and Sun. “I am still willing to be your Priestess you know” Luma said to Lynx “Just bow down to me, I will forgive you” she said pulling Lynx closer to her

Drop a comment, or else I’ll let Maljore be the first to find out Luneth’s secret… – Zera

Laila gently pushed it open and stepped inside. Malaya was sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging her stuffed unicorn, Zizi, tightly to her chest like a shield. The lamp on her nightstand cast a soft glow around her, making her look smaller somehow. Laila offered her daughter a small, reassuring smile, one she hoped conveyed safety more than answers. "Hey, lil nugget," she said softly. Malaya’s eyes flicked up to her almost immediately. "Is he gone?"

The sun was lower now. Heat hung in the air, thick and steady. Malisha stood in the middle of the training field, eyes closed, breathing slowly. Sage circles her. He is silently observing her. "Clear your mind," he tells her. "How the hell am I supposed to do that under this scorching sun?" Malisha asks with scoff. Sage wants to laugh, but he knows it will only anger. "You have learnt the basic elements using spells. The only one you are still unable to learn, is light," he says.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

She could not shake the sense that whatever words lay inside were not meant to bring her peace, but to unmake her. Elsewhere, within the quiet walls of the Sunlit stronghold, Liam sat alone in his chamber. The fire before him was little more than embers now, glowing faintly against the dark. He cradled a cup of wine untouched, his thoughts drifting further back than he had allowed them in years.