Tangled Now I See The Light Novels & Stories

She tried to stand up but realised that her hands and legs are tied with chairs, her conscience was wide open after seeing her condition. "Who the hell tied me there? Don't you forget who is my husband? Open the damn ropes, I say" she shouted. When she tried to open the ropes, she heard the sound of the door open. Because of the sudden bright, she closed her eyes and bat her eyelashes again and again to clear her vision but when she looked at the person she was shocked. "Aunt Anatasia...?" She murmured.

I didn’t need to though; he knew they were there. “Time to go ladies.” All three of them grunted as they pulled me closer to them. When my feet hit the ground, they surrounded me and began to chant. The brightest light is ever seen engulfed us and when it disappeared it plunged us into absolute darkness and silence. *** “Brie? Aubrey!?”

She was the one line I could never cross. But as I stood there, the phantom scent of her sleep-warm skin lingering in the air, I knew with terrifying certainty that my control was already slipping. I was a man who lived in the dark, and Hazel was a blinding, beautiful light. And God help me, I was going to drag her into the shadows with me.

A future no longer bound by darkness, but written entirely in light.

The lights flashed again, and this time, it was too bright. "What the hell?" I murmured and glanced to the other side. However, before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the light flashed before my eyes, almost blinding me. Then, suddenly, my breath hitched aloud, and everything spun around me as if a tornado was moving the world. Anguish overwhelmed me, and I heard Zaya's faint calls before everything went dark…

“You want me to suffer, don’t you?” Mica shrugged. “Actually, I’m with Cassie on this one. Evil Dead Rise sounds fun.” Cassie looked like she’d won the lottery. “Look at you, finally appreciating good cinema.” I shot both of them a glare. “You guys are the worst.” Mica grinned. “That’s why you love us.” “Debatable,” I muttered, though I was already smiling. Gladz sighed in resignation. “Fine. But I’m keeping the lights on.”

“Speak it only once at night, To light the ghost and call the fight.” She whispered: “Light the ghost…” Her voice caught. “Ghostlight,” she said. “It’s a trigger word.” Dorian stepped forward. “Say it again. Full phrase.” Isolde placed her hand on the case. Closed her eyes. And spoke clearly, evenly: “Speak it only once at night, To light the ghost and call the fight.” “Ghostlight.” A click. Then another. With a soft mechanical hiss, the case unlocked not with a dramatic flare, but a tired groan. A lid lifted. Inside, lined in black velvet…

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

Hah! At last I've capture them, now I've secured my poi--- what was that? My vision began to dim, slowly until it was completely gone. I blinked rapidly and I regained my sight back but all I could see now is a radiant black light like those colorful Tinkers but this one is, oh, it's the black tinker, the strong one. I guess I became its victim. I should probably be panicking right now but for some reason I don't feel anxious or scared.

A horror movie, not one of those happy ones where the girl always has her happily-ever-after. This time I shake my head in response. "I-I can't.." is all I'm able to say through the strain in my voice and the gathered up tears. There's no reason to lie anymore. I'm quite obviously not alright and I never will be after today. Andrei crouches down in front of me and takes my hands again. His now gentle, brown eyes look at me in a way that makes wanna admit everything to him. The way he holds my hands in his almost has me leaning in for more so I can take the pain away. If I did that, though, I'd be left in even more.