Novel & Cerita Stormlight Series

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.

D.M. O V E N D E N The Lightblaser Saga B o o k T w o Rise of The Mysterium Crusade P r o l o g u e “Awake” a voice rang through his mind from the distant fragments of memory, blackness encased him, his body seemed to feel like it was floating completely weightless yet his mind was alive like electric “Is that what I am? A Shadow?” He thought, gradually vision began to return. A man stood over the Shadow, nothing but a blur as the light hurt his eye but this didn't stop him from recognising the man instantly.

Our world alone, without us, would certainly not be such a tempting trophy, especially for the darker side of this conflict. A human himself has not only a particle of Light inside, but also Darkness, so it is often up to his decision to choose which side will win the battle. Our free will and the possession of both of these particles means that the battle between Light and Darkness never ends, and certainly not in one battle. Throughout his life, human struggles with the temptations of the Darkness, trying to live in the Light. Of course, we are assisted by its messengers, children of the Light. Angels, good spirits, sorceresses, - in religions, history and cultures of different countries t

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

There were a few hundred Storm Dragons flying above the battlefield, and the dark clouds started forming over the Stone city behind the wall. Tens of thousands of lightning bolts rained down on the Stone City. Screams rose from the city as buildings fell and flames and black smoke rose into the sky. The Smoke was blown back down into the city by the hurricanes created by an army of wind mages. The Stone Mice were not taking this while lying down, they were launching tens of thousands of boulders and stone javelins at the army floating in the air. The lightning and hurricane took care of most of these boulders, but some guys were getting hit and fell from the sky.

I drew in a deep breath and said, “A war is looming at the horizon. The balance between the Good and Evil; light and darkness has been destroyed. This war will be a devastating one. Everyone will be involved in it; the vampires, golden shifters, dark shifters, even humans. I want to ask you… O King, which side do you choose?” “What craziness is this? Why will there be a war?” The king said dismissing my question. “There will be a war, king and you have to chose a side, right now, this very moment.” “What if I say I don’t want to?” The king said defiantly. “Well…. then… I will address the courtiers directly… I, The Light Master present you with two choices; one – Side with the Darkness and be

It was beautiful — more beautiful than any place she had ever seen, a world untouched by the Blight, untouched by sorrow. But it was not untouched by war. The armies came from the north and the south, not wolves but something else — shapes that flickered between forms, creatures of light and shadow who wore their power like armor. They clashed on the plain, and the golden grass burned. The sky cracked. The river boiled. The mountains shattered. Lira saw wolves among them — ancient wolves, larger than any she knew, their pelts shimmering with runes and their eyes blazing with power she could not comprehend. They fought alongside the light-creatures and the shadow-creatures, and they died alon

The sword clattered to the ground, and the world stopped. I stood between Stellan and Rourke, my hands bleeding, my body trembling, but my heart steady. Behind me, I heard Stellan rise—slowly, painfully, but rising. The Northern Lights blazed red overhead, painting the snow in shades of blood and fire. Rourke stared at me, his burning eyes narrowed. "You think one sword makes you a warrior? You think because you broke a dead man's bond, you're free?"

The man in the bone mask turned and ran into the darkness, leaving Leo behind. Alaric turned back to me. He scooped me up into his arms. He was warm. He was real. "I have you," he whispered. But as he carried me toward the throne, a loud horn sounded from outside the palace. It wasn't the royal horn. It was the horn of the Umbra-Knights. I looked toward the window. The sky wasn't dark anymore. It was purple. Thousands of black banners were moving toward the palace. The rebellion wasn't a small group. It was an army.

I had been an angel who fell from heaven. When I first arrived in the human world, I had no memories and could not tell a red light from a green one. Evelyn Sheridan took me home. She taught me how to dress and how to eat, and she taught me to call her my wife. In our first year of marriage, I handed a guest a glass of dish soap to drink, and she laughed and smoothed it over for me. In the second year, I spent half the night chatting with a goldfish a guest had given us, and her expression stayed dark all evening. By the third year, she no longer smiled at me. She began bringing home a man named Hudson Lowry more often. She said he had a terminal illness and needed my blessing. I agree