The Bane Of Light Novels & Stories

Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation." The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me."

Two other elders marched behind him, their faces overwhelmed by outrage as they took in the state and the crack in the ground. “How could this happen?!” Bane demanded, slamming his staff against the dirt. “For the first time in our history, the Grey Manor burns!” “Thirty-two lives lost!” Another followed. “How do you explain this failure?” “I put Unit 8 here,” I said coldly, taking the blame without flinching. “They were weak. It was my misjudgment.” “And your Luna?” Bane sneered. “Where was she while our home burned?” “She is young, still learning,” I countered defensively.

I yelled at him, "I'm not giving you another child! If you want one, go get one with someone else!" The crisp sound of a slap rang out, and my cheek stung in pain. The world seemed to spin around me, and I ended up bashing my forehead against the coffee table. I could feel the blood oozing out of my open wound. At last, Edgar couldn't resist hitting me. As he scowled at me, he looked like a vicious beast who was baring his fangs.

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

Your shadows are within you, and your oblivion becomes your own. “ Dea, lumen aeternum, tuum nomen est virtus. Maledictio nulla vos tanget. Corruptio in lucem vertit, et finis in infinitum. Dii et mortales, omnes te amant. In tenebris, vita tua est. In oblivione, gloria tua est.” ( Goddess, eternal light, your name is power. No curse shall touch you. Corruption turns to light, and an end to infinity. Gods and mortals, all love you. In darkness, your life is. In oblivion, your glory is.)

A radiant light poured from it, flooding the battlefield with its warmth and power. Lara lifted her hand, and as she did, the light intensified. She aimed it at Thana, and when the beam of pure energy touched the Queen of Darkness's face, Thana let out an ear-piercing shriek. Writhing in agony, Thana’s skin began to crack as dark smoke escaped from the wounds. The light from the ring burned with the intensity of a thousand stars, pushing back the shadows that clung to Thana like a second skin.

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

A not-so-subtle reminder that I royally fucked up, and now it’s time to suffer the consequences for going against the Goddesses divine will. I’m fading fast, the pain becoming too unbearable to manage, my surroundings going dim as I tumble into a chasm of chaos, hurt, and misery. The last thing to haunt me as I’m slipping into the underworld— Bane’s bright blue eyes, gazing upon me. With his irises rests the hurt of a thousand wolves crying out for the pain and loss of their mate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"She deserves better than this." What Peter doesn't know, what none of them realise, is that the Goddess has plans of her own. As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, marking the approach of the ceremony, ancient magic stirs within the pack lands. The Claiming Stones in the ceremonial circle pulse with energy, preparing for a revelation that will shatter carefully laid plans and force long-buried truths into the unforgiving light.