The Light Young Justice Novels & Stories

A monument to unchecked ego. The keylogger was installed in seconds. By morning, it would harvest secrets without leaving a trace. She was turning to leave when a photograph stopped her. Warm colors. Past sunlight captured on paper. Young Dante stood there—smiling with a smile not yet touched by the world’s darkness. His mother held little Lorenzo. Victor stood behind them wearing an expression that only looked affectionate from a distance. Elena stared at the boy in the photograph. The boy who had chased her through this house, laughing. Who had broken every rule just to share crushed cookies with her.

When Catherine swiped her card, the light for the eighth floor came on, indicating that she was the first to select that floor, and would apparently be the only one going there. As she stepped out of the elevator, Catherine found herself in a beautiful reception area with light brown sofas and fashion and car magazines on a glass coffee table. A large wooden counter with four chairs stood ahead, but only two were occupied. One of the secretaries was clearly younger than Catherine, with straight dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a brown suit adorned with the Titan Lawyers team symbol, making her look incredibly elegant. The other secretary appeared to be in her sixties, with brown hair that w

This man was rude or maybe he had a strict policy he was following but he never attempted building a cordial relationship with other casts and aside from his best friend, Adonia wondered if he had other friends in real life. “Yes sir,” They chorused, and somehow, Adonia felt like they sounded like school children and she wanted to giggle at the thought f all of them in school uniform and hairs in piggy tails with a lunch box or something. “We're shooting the scene where Liam Newton is sitting in silence while checking the scenery outside the window. Claudia McPherson will join him and place her arms around his neck and he'll hold her while they watch the scenery in silence. I don't want any

“Don’t think you can evade the past.” “You’re not him,” roared Tai Chi. “What gives you the right to seek justice for him?” Clayton burst into laughter. “Your words are rather displeasing.” “Tai Chi,” the Law of Paths suddenly commanded. “You have to fulfill the wager.” Tai Chi sighed deeply and instantly sent a black and white beam toward Clayton, penetrating his space, directly enveloping James within it, and then disappeared. This beam was the Mystrolux Light. Henceforth, James would no longer need to undergo tribulations.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

When he stood up, she also stood and wrapped her arms around him. "What did you find?" Ryder asked nervously. "You, my young alpha, are something extremely rare. You weren't born to the Firepack, and you're heritage is not part of the Dark Moon Guardians either." Julius answered. "Where's he from?" Zoe asked, holding Ryder tighter. "You're the sole survivor of the Lightening Guardians." Ryder turned to Nick when he heard him gasp. "What does that mean?" Ryder asked, confused. He'd never heard of the Lightening Guardians. Nick sat down before answering. It was all becoming clear to him.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go. Could I stay here, at least until this is over?” “Of course,” I replied without hesitation. “You’re welcome here. We’ll fight this together.” Light’s shoulders relaxed, a flicker of relief passing over her face. “Thank you, Varg. I’ll do whatever I can to help.” I nodded, my mind already racing with plans. Thanos might think he could tear apart what I’ve built, but he was wrong. This pack, my family, we’d stand strong. As Light headed inside, Lyra slipped her hand into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He wore no mask; his gaunt features were mask enough, carved by decades of zealous certainty into something barely human. "Citizens of the faithful," Matthias began, his voice carrying easily through the amphitheatre's perfect acoustics. "We gather today to witness justice administered, truth revealed, and heresy punished. Let all who observe understand: the Light's judgment is absolute, its mercy reserved only for the penitent."

She looked to Victoria who knew everything, only she just gave her a huge smile. Zaine knew immediately who the gift was for. He put in all of his hard work to make something she would be proud to hang anywhere in her room. What he didn’t know was that just minutes before she had been proposed to, until he seen the sparkle from her left hand. Something in him roared to life. Something he thought had died within him long ago. The two of them looked at each other and could feel it. The same thing that happened when they were kids. A metaphorical lightening struck the two of them in their heart. Years of not seeing each other. Not knowing how the other was truly doing. Having no contact except

He looks nice though but his eyes look tired. “Hello, Erin! I am Light. How are you? Please take a seat.'' I asked him to take a seat in front of me. Tentatively, he takes a seat and looks at me with mixed expression, mostly like he is sad or confused. “I am physically fine but mentally, a total mess.” he states and i almost choked on my saliva but i managed to stay calm. “There are phases in our lives that we have to cover either happily or forcefully.” I stated, “so, are you ready for the interrogation or do you need time?” what else to say, dude. I am your lawyer not your psychiatrist.