Once More Into The Light Novels & Stories

Bright blood red light surrounds us. “Not again.” Ruby murmurs. “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean almost sings when the light reaches the brightest point and the ground falls from under us.

I'd rather be the fierce one, than the light one. But I'm definitely in the light now. Trying to disappear into the darkness since none of the light ever did me any good. Nothing in this life is just for me. Just mine… Nothing.

I wondered how Mom planned to explain her new Sidhe undead abilities to the others. I felt a hand on my arm. Gram grinned, drool running down her chin, her crazed gaze gleaming in the dim illumination of the candles. "Still all here," she said. "Darkness loses." "Light wins," I finished for her. "Light wins," she said. "Now give it back." Crazy old lady. ***

"Nothing. Just a little carsick." "You're so delicate," she said with a scoff. "Just like your dad." I closed my eyes and forcefully swallowed the metallic taste rising in my throat. I didn't want to come back here anymore if I could be reborn again. The car drove on for five hours. It was dark by the time we arrived at the huge mansion located halfway up the mountain. The place was flooded with lights. However, it was as quiet as death itself. "We're here," Mom said, parking the car and touching up her lipstick. Then, she inhaled deeply as she reconditioned herself.

distinct, stirred inside me. An affection. A light source. It was Amenià. Furthermore, there is something older. Ancient. Everlasting. With her voice resonating through me like thunder, Amenià said, "We must act now." On the chilly, bloody floor, I fell to my knees, my ripped garment accumulating around me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the fire rising in my chest, the light that seemed capable of saving or destroying. I let it go, and the energy erupted like a tidal wave, enveloping Alexia in a glistening cocoon. " The light pulsed, creating a barrier that no one could break through, and the air buzzed, vibrating with sheer force. And suddenly I heard Ryan, his voice cracking with f

The light within it now began to flicker and I wondered if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but I couldn’t see Sal’s face now to tell, because it was blocked by it and the sun that was once shining down on us was starting to disappear from the cloud of dust that was now beginning to form over our heads. I could hear my two mates behind me and the concerns that they were sharing with one another and I began to worry myself if this was going the way it was expected to. Just then a bright light flashed before us, and I could faintly make out the silhouette of a person standing in the middle of the light. Luna Rayne squeezed my hand at that moment, and she began to chant louder, and I follo

And then she smiled, wide, sharp, triumphant. Because she hadn’t been shot at all. The bullet had curved. Olivia stared, breath freezing in her lungs. Jessica’s voice dropped to a tone that felt older than the stones around them. “You can’t kill me.” Then the ground beneath them split open with a roar. A pillar of red light rushed upward. And Jessica stepped into it, glowing brighter than the fires that once burned this place. When the light dimmed, her figure blurred, fractured, multiplied. Three silhouettes. Five. Seven. Every one of them smiling. “Welcome back,” the voices whispered. “Now choose again.”

Then, from deeper in the cave—far down the tunnel—we see it: Light. But not soft, flickering torchlight. No. This is bright. Pure. Wrong. It’s not illuminating the cave. It’s consuming it. Like someone set off a flash grenade and forgot to turn it off. The whispering starts again, but faster now, overlapping, hundreds of voices tripping over each other like they’re all arguing over who gets to kill us first. “We can’t go back,” Trixie says. “Great,” I say flatly. “Forward into the glowing hell-mouth it is.” The light rushes toward us like a wave. We don’t have time to run.

Because whatever is waiting for me in there— Whatever they built— Whatever they think will stop me— They’re wrong. I move forward. Straight into the dark. And the moment I cross the threshold— The door slams shut behind me. Locking. Sealing. Cutting off everything. Including the way back. And ahead— A single light flickers on. Revealing something I didn’t expect. Not guards. Not walls. Not traps. But— Rows. Of people. Dozens. Standing perfectly still. Eyes closed. Silent.

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo