Tangled Now I See The Light Novels & Stories

As she turned her head to look at him he held his breath for a second. 'Untamed and unrestrained. …..Does it mean the same?' he thought. "I hope the darkness can hide my tearless tears of pain"

Everything tangled, twisted, drowned into one endless scream. And then A gunshot louder than the rest. It split the room open. The sound carried weight. Final. Heavy. Someone fell. The light flickered. Once. Twice. Then shattered into darkness.

The thing in the light felt weak for a moment. “It can’t,” Kieran whispered. He sounded amazed and scared. “It… doesn’t know how to take us if we stay together.” “Then make it learn,” I said. I fought through the pain and the pressure. “We are the bridge. We are the knot. We are the heart it cannot touch.” The light flashed again. It was hotter and sharper. It made a sound like metal bending in a fire. The crack in the earth got wider. It tried to swallow us. It tried to wipe us away. But the thing inside seemed confused.

A new message glowed on the screen from the same unknown-but-known number. ELLE: The bond you want is older than the packs and more rare. Three threads, one knot. If you all still wish it, meet me at first light. Bring nothing but truth. The Moon will do the rest. A shiver ran through me that wasn’t fear. The words felt like a door swinging wider. “What does it say?” Zander asked, leaning in until his shoulder pressed mine. I read it aloud. Rowan’s eyes met mine over the phone’s glow, the green gone deep river-dark. “First light, then.”

The goddess eyed me sceptically. “Ask it.” She demanded rather than invited. “You said, in order to defeat the darkness, you must first defeat the light.” I paused. A part of me hoped that what I was about to say was wrong. That I had got the complete wrong end of the stick. But the gnawing pain in my heart told be otherwise. “You are yet to ask me a question.” “The darkness is Tenebris?” I ask. “Yes.” “The light…” gulping back the tears that threatened to spill over, “Then the light must mean….”

We are one soul wearing two bodies and I will not let the light take what is mine because what is mine is also her and she told me she is not leaving and I believe her and I am going to make it true through sheer refusal to let go. My hold on her tightens past the point of reason. The light blinds me completely, white and total and absolute, and I feel it happening, feel something trying to pull us apart, feel the resistance of it against every piece of strength I have left, and I hold on, I hold on, I keep holding on, and then something tears and a scream rips from me that I do not recognize as my own voice until it is already gone. ***

I froze on seeing a shadow in my room. I couldn’t breath although it was a secure house I couldn’t just pinpoint why I was that scared to my bone marrow. I gathered all the courage I have in me and shouted “WHO’S THERE?” Flipping the light switch on I saw that it was Jasper shirtless on the bed I gasped heavily out of fear and shock from his body He was so hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He looked so much like Felix. His chest down to his structured stomach that was divided into six down to his waistline and waistband.

So I hid my face in his chest. Didn’t he tell me that he wouldn’t come with me? He was here. But why? My eyes started to shut as my eyelids got heavy. "Don’t close your eyes, love." I heard him speaking. I wanted to scoff and taunt him for calling me 'love.' Maybe some other day. 'Let me get back on my feet, and then I will fight with you.' I thought before darkness finally consumed me wholly. . #TBC

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

The ones who can’t stop themselves die first. My pulse pounded in my ears. I stared straight ahead, down the tunnel. The darkness at that end got… darker." A faint, unnatural **light** bloomed around the bend—too bright and too colorless to be a normal train headlamp. It flickered, jagged, like someone had wired a spotlight to a malfunctioning heart monitor. “Okay,” I said, forcing my voice to come out steady. “Nobody panic.” “Too late,” the boy from the castle muttered.