Sorrow Lantern Novels & Stories

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

"But we have a situation that requires the Luna's attention." I exchanged glances with Draven. "What kind of situation?" "The kind involving a terrified sixteen-year-old Shadowborn who just manifested violently and is currently locked in her pack's cells awaiting execution." My exhaustion vanished. "Where?" Eastern territories. Small pack called Stone Ridge. The girl—her name is Elena—killed two warriors accidentally during her awakening. The pack Alpha has sentenced her to death." His violet eyes were grave. "They execute her at sunset tomorrow.

"Look at this place! It's perfect. We can't take images of the sacred bones, but there are lantern riddles in the courtyard. We should play!" The group moved to the cultural center, where the museum had set up a "Trial of Wits." Staff dressed in First Age furs offered riddles. The prize was a hand-crafted Rabbit Lantern—a symbol of fertility and luck in the old lore. Avery wanted one desperately; the construction of the lantern used a lost folding technique she wanted to study. "It requires a male-female pair to enter the trial," the staff member announced. Avery grabbed Harper’s hand, eyes pleading.

Leo carried one lantern carefully in his small hands. Dante carried another. Sienna held Elena close, balancing the rest. The sky was turning gold. The ocean reflecting it back. They stopped at the shoreline. The wind moved gently. Dante spoke first. “We’re here to remember.” “To honor those we’ve lost.” “And to let go of what we’ve been carrying.” He lit the first lantern. Alessandro’s. The flame flickered. Then rose. Slow. Steady. Into the sky. “Thank you, Papa,” Dante said quietly.

replied Erito smiling somewhat more cheerfully at the moment. It was solely Lumax Lianto who drowned himself in the ocean of his disillusionment and sadness. He couldn’t rejoice like what his other four friends were doing. A group of dark clouds was drifting above the horizon of his background world. Downpour was really going to come. A series of disillusionment and sadness was still fluttering in the atmosphere of Lumax Lianto’s feeling and perception. ***

Emma lowered her head and picked up a lantern in the shape of a rabbit, lost in the sight of the rabbit's pink eyes. At the most challenging time, she had made lanterns out of paper and exchanged them for money, just like the common folk did. Back then, even receiving a single coin brought her immense joy. Emma burst into laughter, reminiscing about all that had transpired. She turned to look at the sparkling lanterns, resembling a star-filled night sky, feeling like she had experienced a cycle of reincarnation. Draco stood at a distance, observing her. He felt that Emma, at this moment, carried an air of tenderness. He also knew she wouldn't tell anyone. He gazed unwaveringly, wondering wha

"Really?" Lac Hong Hao looked at it for a long time. Phedra Elizabeth was also a little interested, she went to a stall and picked up a lantern with delicate floral motifs and lines. On the lantern is also painted a couple of female oxen next to each other, holding hands tightly, attached, all eyes, minds, thoughts, and feelings are for each other, only thinking about each other. Give your heart to your partner. “Is it too romantic? A love that overcomes all barriers to be together even if it's only for one night."

They understood now— Shadow did not mean danger. It simply meant a place the light had not yet reached. And in those spaces, they planted lanterns. Spiral lanterns—woven with stardust and dreamroot, soft-glowing in colors that changed with the seasons. Etched with Elara’s spiral mark. Hung from branches and archways, or set upon the earth beside footpaths and doorsteps. Each one was a vow: We will not forget what it cost to stand in peace.

With pity, he looked at his friend, who was now pensive more often since losing half of his soul. Ten thousand lanterns are flown every week on the day the war ends to remember the kindness and great sacrifices that have been given to the fallen warriors and Alphas. The lanterns that are flown are also a hope that their peace will last until the end. In the last three months, Everett was the first person to fly a golden yellow lantern which was then followed by other lanterns. Everyone prayed for a moment before their lanterns went up in the air, hoping that their wishes would come true.

I was ready to let go. Heather watched me with understanding in her eyes. I smiled at her and then placed the lantern into the river. As it floated away, the lantern’s soft glow reflected on the water’s surface, slowly drifting toward the horizon. “Now it’s my turn,” Heather said, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. She took a moment to compose herself, then wrote on her lantern: Memories of a lost loved one. Her hand trembled slightly as she placed it in the river. We watched as her lantern joined mine, both of them glowing softly against the darkening sky.