Saga Of Light Novels & Stories

"Oh, how naïve you are, Luna. The Sword of Light may grant you power, but it cannot match the depths of darkness that flow through me." Amelia tightened her grip on the sword, determination fueling her every move. "We don't need to match your darkness, Darius. We have the power of love and light on our side. And that is far stronger than any darkness." Luna nodded, her gaze never leaving Darius. "Amelia's right. Love and light can defeat even the most consuming darkness. Prepare yourself, Darius. We're coming for you." With renewed resolve, the two friends launched themselves at Darius, their movements synchronized and precise. Luna's magic crackled and danced around her, shielding her from

Chapter 343: The Curvature of the Horizon The journey to Oakhaven was no longer a desperate trek through a fractured landscape; it had become a pilgrimage of connectivity. Three runners departed the city at dawn, carrying the first bound copies of The Silt Saga. These were not mere books; they were the "Physical Persistents" Anya had theorized—tactile anchors for a regional identity. Sophia watched them go from the northern gate, noting how the runners’ pace was not a sprint, but a steady, lung-expanding rhythm. They were the human threads of the Holarchy, weaving the southern mud and the northern timber into a single, cohesive narrative.

He huffed and then turned back to Sage, “Am I going to regret my life after this?” She shrugged back playfully, “I think you’ll find peace, happiness, and maybe a comrade.” “Damn,” he grumbled and pushed back from the ledge, “Any advice then?” “White,” Sage narrowed her eyes to him and I looked between them, “Such a clean color only stained by red.” “Fates?” Hectyr answered back, “Or your Asfalian gods?” “Odda.” She winked, “He tells me all the time you’re too stubborn.”

Hello Wonderful Readers, Thank you for joining me on Sage and Alaric's journey! As always with my books, there will be ups and downs, bumps in the road, mysteries to be solved, plenty of spice, and a guaranteed HEA. Sage is a bit different from my other characters in that she's lived a very sheltered life and, apart from the cruelties she's suffered, is completely innocent. For that reason, her story will be more of a slower burn, but I promise to turn up the heat with no looking back when the time is right!

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

As they drew closer, the flicker transformed into a radiant beacon, illuminating the path ahead with a mesmerizing brilliance. "It's beautiful," Sasha murmured, her eyes wide with wonder. Alec nodded, his heart pounding with excitement. "Let's see where it leads us," he said, his voice filled with determination. Hand in hand, Alec and Sasha ventured towards the radiant light, their hearts brimming with hope as they embarked on a new chapter of their journey. But little did they know, the light held secrets far beyond their wildest imaginations, and their quest for answers was about to take an unexpected turn.

Sage reached over, grabbed a candlestick from the mantle, and just as Lore was perfectly aligned with the mirror, he hurled it. “NO!” Phoenicia screamed, realizing. There was a huge shattering of glass, as the pieces of the mirror poured down in a million pieces. It was what Sage was aiming for. It was the only way to kill an Immortalist: to catch his reflection in a mirror, then shatter the glass. Sage looked over, expecting to see Lore flat on his back, dying. But what he saw stunned him. As he looked down, he didn’t see Lore there, but rather Phoenicia. She lay on the ground, gasping for air.

She turned to Sage and she stretched her hand at him. A bright light shone right from the ring to Sage's eyes. He began to miss his steps. He winced and reluctantly dropped the sword in his hand. He reached out to his eyes and groaned loudly from the pain he felt. As he swayed, the light moved along with him. There was no escape route. He couldn't break free from the clutches of the rare light. Right there and then, I felt I heard low tunes of music from somewhere but I couldn't figure it out.

Those who think differently will emerge from the people of the Hy and decide instead of fate whether the light will shine further and be even greater than before, or whether it will be gloomy forever. Peace is its only purpose, the Son of Light, Raen. Future ally Soghul of Tulga. ”

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.