Saga Of Light Novels & Stories

The door of the room creaked open, and in stepped Travis Scott, followed by a bunch of men. A small light bulb was dangling in the middle of the room, the only source of light present there. Donning a dominating posture, he raked his cool eyes across the four walls and finally stopped at the man who was tied like a prisoner. Beaten black and blue, Ethan was breathing slowly while wincing occasionally as Travis's men had broken his ribs. "I see my boys have been serving you well, little bro," Travis stated while smirking like a sadist. Hearing his voice, Ethan turned rigid and shot his head up. Bitterness swarmed in his eyes.

The darkness surrounding him could best be define as hell. Suddenly the light itself started moving and was getting closer to him, without him moving or running the light itself kept getting closer and closer to him. He wasn’t aware of this because his head was still bent, the light got nearer and eventually shunned brightly when the light got to him. Hans shot up his head at once covering his eyes from the blinding light. The light died down with Cheryl Blossom walking elegantly and gracefully to him in all white. She smiled taking the smile of a beauty goddess. She walked taking the step of a Queen.

White-gold light pours from his palms in unsteady pulses, the only thing keeping the purple flames from eating through Sage's barrier. "Mages!" Donovan roars. "Kill the fucking fire!" Five pack mages sprint forward, hands already weaving counter-spells. Dark magic resists, snarling, clinging. It takes twenty agonizing minutes to smother the last violet ember. By then Sage is shaking violently. Oliver has collapsed in her arms, unconscious, tiny chest rising and falling too fast from magical exhaustion. The clearing is carnage. Ash where tents used to stand. Bodies, ours and theirs. Two warriors dead defending my daughter. Four more critical.

Eluding the call of darkness. However, Sage appeared in his pack library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls, maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His mother’s library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls are protected and fully equipped with survival necessities. "Greg, give me some news about Ca

Life slowly crept back into the world, rejuvenated by the triumph of light over darkness. Sable looked down at the crumpled form of her adversary, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had done it—she had saved her realm from the clutches of evil. A weight lifted from her shoulders as she felt the familiar warmth of Torin and Jericho's love surrounding her. With a final, victorious cry, Sable sheathed her sword and stepped back, allowing the light to filter back into the realm. The once-dark cathedral transformed into a place of beauty and wonder, remnants of the evil that had once plagued it now melted away like shadows in the sun.

she asked. Just then a bright light appeared in the window and shot into Sage knocking Megan against the couch. Sage was lifted off her feet, lights swirled around her, and the sheer force kept Megan back. Megan saw the fear in her eyes, and that put her motion. With every ounce of strength, Megan began throwing spells to try and bring her down, but nothing worked. As fast as it came in it was gone. Sage landed with a thud. She didn’t make a sound but when a migraine hit it was almost unbearable. Gripping her head in agony, Sage staggered toward the door. “I have to go. I’m sorry to bother you.”

Kira swore she never saw someone clench their jaw as attractive as this guy. "I'm Saga." He said after a few seconds of silence. "Saga?" "It's actually Samuel Gale, but I go by Saga." Kira turn her attention back to the stack of CD, avoiding his curious eyes. "That's interesting." "What?" His eyes follow her moves, "You're not going tell me your name?" "Well, Saga." She glance at him, "My father told me not to give my name to strangers." "Ouch," Saga place his right hand on his chest, "I thought we were bonding the minute we bruise each other's ego."

: "Really? That was your plan. Alright, let me tell you something before I kill you and the rest of these worthless things here. You are to take on 7 trials and only 7 trials. How you complete them depends entirely on you. And I'm gonna be leaving you a little gift as well." After the mysterious figure of blackness completed its final statement that lingered with bitterness but also with excitement, it crushed Naraja's foot instantaneously. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pan. That was all that coursed through Naraja's body. He wanted to grab his foot and somehow fix the damage that was done, but he couldn't do so because the mysterious figure of blackness still h

“She’s the one from the Blood Moon legend. The mate born under the mark of red light. The one who can end or renew your bloodline.” I looked at him, silent. The words echoed through me like thunder. I’d heard the prophecy my whole life, the same warning whispered by the elders when I was a child: The cursed Alpha shall find his fate beneath the blood moon. His mate will be the light that heals him, or the fire that ends his line. For years, I thought it was a story meant to scare us. But then I met her. “Ronan,” I said quietly, “if she’s really the one, then I can’t let her go.”

Instantly, a massive pillar of blue light shot out from Lucas’s body and rushed directly toward the chest of the Black Dragon leader. The dragon leader screamed, “No! What have you done, Sophia Moreno! This blue light will destroy my darkness forever!” Through the smoke of the explosion, I saw the leader of the Black Dragon army shrink into a tiny point, then burst like a massive supernova. White light washed over everything. When I opened my eyes, I found myself floating in a strangely peaceful place. There was no war, no dragons—only the golden light of the sun and a mystical melody. Lucas emerged from within the sun. His golden body had turned transparent like glass.