Neon Blade Lyrics Novels & Stories

My phone was dead too. I grabbed Cedric again. "Cedric, can you take me back first? I can't see, and my phone's out of battery." He ignored my pleas, brushing me off as he hurried away. The sound of rustling leaves echoed in the empty valley, shattering the last bit of my rationality. I screamed into the darkness. "Cedric, come back! I can't see! My phone's dead! I don't know how to get back!" In the endless darkness, I clung to Cedric like he was my lifeline, but all that answered me was the echo of my own voice bouncing off the walls of the valley.

I fastened it around my neck and whispered to the sky, “I hope you’re watching, Mom. Today… your daughter becomes someone’s Luna.” Bounding down the stairs, I found my father, James Williams, lounging at the table like it was just another day. He was tearing into a plate of chicken wings, calm as you please. “Morning, Dad!” I called, swiping one off his plate and biting into it. “Why didn’t you wake me? You know what today is!” He didn’t even flinch. “Nyx, just because you’re eighteen doesn’t mean you’ll find your mate today. Glory didn’t.”

Roxanne continued, "I'll tell everyone at the wedding that it wasn't Gabby's fault. No one should blame her for any of this." The more she gave in, the tighter Clinton pulled her into his arms. His expression darkened, and in the next second, he launched into a tirade. "Just look at your sister! She's always thinking of you! "Gabriella Simmons, I'll give you ten minutes to bring over everything your mother left you and hand it over to Roxanne. Don't forget—I still have that video of you coming on to me the night you got drunk!"

"Don't you dare close your eyes, Viona. Stay awake. Do you hear me? Stay awake." But I was already fading. The blood loss was too great. Darkness tugged at my consciousness, heavy and suffocating. My grip on the phone slackened. I wanted to tell him so much-how tired I was, how the burden crushed me, how Mirage's absence is still carved in my heart. I wanted to tell him I didn't want to die like this, alone on a cold road, remembered only as the Luna who tried to hold everything together. But all I managed was a whisper, raw and trembling.

“You think she’ll survive this? You’re insane.” “Maybe,” Blade said flatly. “But you won’t survive either.” I shut my eyes tight, my breath trembling. “Please… please don’t miss.” Cruz’s voice rasped, weak but steady. “He won’t.” Viper’s grip tightened, his voice sharp. “Say goodbye, Nova.” The sound of metal clicked— The trigger squeezed— Blade fired. A deafening blast filled the truck. Something warm sprayed across my face. My eyes flew open.

I didn't as much as glance at Ernest but he followed me out to the balcony as I waited for it to fizzle down. We stood in silence at the either ends of the balcony rail. “They stopped by to see me.” Ernest said, breaking the silence that has lasted for too long. I glared at him. The audacity to defend himself rather than apologise. “It wasn’t a party.” “It was loud enough to trend.” His head turned sharply. “Trend?” I pulled my phone from my pocket and held it up, pressing play. The video filled the space between us, music, shouting, the living room reduced to background scenery. Ernest watched himself on my screen. The clip ended and his jaw tightened.

I drifted closer and looked down. On the white paper was a girl with twin ponytails. She stood in front of a group of dark, faceless figures. She had her arms spread wide, as if shielding someone behind her. Behind her was another smaller girl with twin ponytails, but she had no mouth. Mom stared at the drawing. Her body began to tremble. As she shook violently, tears ran down her face uncontrollably. Her voice came out strained, as if squeezed from deep in her throat. "Darling, do you mean… you were being bullied, and Willow was protecting you?"

The First Ones’ echo whispers—You are the bridge—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a hymn of creation. The vision fades, and I scream, lunar light flaring, weak but fierce, the blade slashing Klythe’s arm, silver blood welling—hers, a mirror of Elara’s. Her aura flickers, the relic’s pulse stuttering, and Cassia’s voice cuts through, fierce. “Lena, you’re enough!” Her aura weaves into mine, crimson threads igniting my light, her will a fire that burns away my doubt.

Tears were seen in his eyes. "Stop it!!! Stop now" Pete clamoured. "I am in pain. I want to stop it...help me please, help me...I hate this feeling. Why can't I get my salvation? Why can't I feel loved? Why am I always the abandoned one? Why can't you love me? I want your love...I need to feel loved" Earth began crying. Pete paused. His eyes stung for some reason he couldn't describe. Out of panic, he cupped the guy's face and rested his head against his.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.