Shadow's Turnt To Light Novels & Stories

A hand grabbed her shoulder — Rowan, pulling her back as one of the creatures’ claws sliced through the air where she’d just stood. “Go!” he shouted. “Find cover!” But Lyra shook her head. “No. This ends here.” She lifted her hands, and the moon itself seemed to tremble. A surge of silver energy burst outward, engulfing the clearing in light. The Shadowborn shrieked, their forms dissolving into mist. When the light faded, silence returned but it wasn’t peace. Lyra fell to her knees, trembling, her breath shallow. Rowan caught her before she hit the ground. “Lyra”

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

Light from darkness. Perfect place for this story. "You know about the shadow beast," I began. "The corruption. The mountain." She nodded. "The bad thing you had to fight." "Yes. But it wasn't just bad. It was wounded. Hurt. Corrupted by pain so old it had forgotten how to be anything else." I took a breath. "We purified it. Turn it back to light. But that created a wound. A place where shadow and light collided. Where darkness became light."

The fracture itself seemed to waver, its energy destabilizing. “Something’s happening!” Jamie called out, his voice tinged with both hope and fear. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working!” The shadowy figures, once relentless in their assault, began to falter. Their forms grew less distinct, their movements sluggish as the key’s light consumed the darkness. But even as the tide seemed to turn in their favor, a deep, resonant voice echoed through the fracture. “You think light will save you? It is nothing but a fleeting spark.”

Resting a tiny palm over the Shadow's heart. "With this." The heartbeat grew louder. Thump. Thump. Thump. The white light upon the butterfly brightened. Its wings opened. Instead of flying away... It dissolved into thousands of glowing feathers. Each feather drifted gently through the air. The meadow became a sea of light. The feathers circled the former Shadow. Not quickly. Gracefully. Like old friends returning home. One by one... They settled upon the Shadow's body. Wherever they landed... Darkness faded.

“She is Godfrey. They have always been foolish when it comes to the people they love. If you do not return, she will pour every drop of her light into the roots until there is nothing left but an empty shell.” ​“Then show me the way,” I said, my voice gaining a new, fierce determination. “Show me how to get back into the cage.” ​“It is not a cage, Cassian,” the Mother said, her form beginning to dissolve into the mist. “It is a masterpiece. But the price of the return is a transformation. You can no longer be just a man. You must be the Shadow that guards the Light. You must accept the Web as your own.” ​“I accept,” I said, not even hesitating. “I accept anything, as long as I can see her ag

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

" Her face twisted in disbelief, and I felt the magic strike deeper at that moment of distraction. The light coiled around her, illuminating her in a vivid glow before it began to consume the shadows she had wielded for so long. "No!" she screeched, the desperation in her voice echoing through the clearing. The followers pooled around me, emboldened by my words, and with one synchronized shout, we channelled our energy forward, willing the light to engulf her. In an explosion of luminescence, the darkness that had long twisted Yelda faded into the ether with a furious wail, and the clearing fell silent. I held my breath, feeling the tumultuous power dissipate like smoke on the wind.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.