The Light Novels & Stories

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 i

The light was blinding and hurt my eyes, just like it would if you looked into the sun for too long. Out of the light, a hand came through, like it was reaching out to me. Another blood-curdling scream left my lips. What the fuck is going on?! A scream of pure terror. Help me!

Michael said. "Are you dreaming? Avonmora your daughter?" Tharollin smiled. "Let me tell you something which you don't know Birdman, light and darkness do have something in common which most people fail to understand. There is no light without darkness and same as reverse. Light is one side of the coin, and Darkness is the other." Tharollin added.

Since coming to Dorsal Finn, Beatrice had grown up, The Light was now presenting in a way she now needed to understand. “I haven’t seen The Light for some time,” she winked. “You know how corny that sounds, right?” Lucas appeared thoughtful. “I guess you haven’t needed to, and this is why I know you’re safe.” “You think it only comes when I’m in danger?” Beatrice had never considered this as a concept. It made sense now that she thought it over. “Or when it feels that you need help,” he said. “And this is why you’re not worried?”

Wilbur frowned and asked, "What… What exactly is going on? What is a Messenger from the Light World? And wasn't the power you used just now the power of destruction?" The shadowy figure felt a wave of frustration and said, "Didn't I already explain? Light and darkness are inseparable. The power of light can annihilate all phantoms formed by the power of destruction. Whether a person is good or evil, that's the true difference between light and darkness." In truth, the Light World was not that complicated. If someone was kind-hearted, they would be born on the side of light. If they had a malicious heart, they would be born on th

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.

Run! The light was real. God. Not imagination. Fair. Not hope. Reasonable. Real light. God. Tiny. Fair. Weak. Reasonable honestly. But real. God. And right now— it was the most beautiful thing Lily had ever seen. Fair. Because light meant exit. Reasonable. Exit meant home. God. Home meant Mama. Fair. And Dada. Reasonable honestly. Then another thunderclap shook the cave. God. BOOM. Fair.

Kira pointed out the brickwork of the roads, which was made from concrete and asphalt. "There's nothing like this at home. Are those lights?" Ricky pointed to an arched pole with a glass ball in it. "How does it work?" "There are some angels who are born with the power over light. They can make lightning, little balls of light, anything with light. They had an idea to make a device that harnesses a crystal of light when the sun goes down, and thus, lights." Nyxie looked to Kira. "We should talk to the elders about that. It'd definitely help."

Fortunately for them they’d created the perfect tool. Light was a lot of things. It was what helped humans see, animals too. It was that which gave all things color. It was an existence that was controversial to being referred to as matter in a state most were taught growing up. But all that was unimportant. Now, Kilvic needed the light for one of its properties, and with light as pure as what the boys had made, there was no doubt it would have it in abounding quantity. Light bore heat.

Not magical light. Not divine power. Something warmer. Human. The Creator stared at it. What is this? Hope smiled. Belief. The light spread across the world. Into cities. Villages. Homes. Into ordinary lives. A mother holding her child. A father teaching his son. Friends laughing together. Strangers helping strangers. People choosing kindness. Choosing love. Choosing tomorrow. The First Silence struck. And the light met it. Not to destroy it. Not to erase it. But to answer it.