The Woman Who Found Her Light Novels & Stories

In a flash, the husk of who she once was twists and breaks falling to the ground as ash before blowing away on the breeze The Queen of Light is dead. The woman in white begins to rise in the air. Floating above us, her light begins to pulse, sending shockwaves of energy into the battlefield below. "Heal and be cleansed." As she says this, I feel her warmth push itself down into me, repairing the damage of the night. Still weak, I can push myself to stand. She hovers directly above me for one moment more before her glow fades and she begins to fall. That power had been contained within a single person, in their hands a cup more myth than truth, fades to stardust. I move forward to catch whoev

Freya remained in her position at first, but then, she listened to her instinct and started walking after him. The moment they stopped outside, it was terribly dark. “Don’t look into the darkness, look to your right.” Freya didn’t hesitate, she did as told and was wowed when she spotted a large bright light shinning alone. It was almost magical, but when Freya looked closely, she realized there was a woman standing amidst the light. Her hair was packed to a large tight bun. Even from where Freya was, she could see that the woman was dressed in a long black gown but her back was faced to them. “That’s…that’s a woman standing amidst the light. Why is she wearing black but light surrounds her?

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.

"Do you think our time is up in this life?" "No. You must fight, you are awake now, find yourself. Heal." She stood, shaking out her coat and loping off into the blackness. How was I supposed to find myself? The only light around seemed to travel with me, and with her. Her light had faded into the distance, just barely a speck of dust on the horizon. Maybe I should follow her?

It’s like the voice has pulled me out of a trance, enough to allow me to look back and see a six-foot tall native-looking woman with long, flowing dark brown hair and…rainbow eyes! “Who the fuck are you?” Anthony snaps and I take the chance to wiggle out of his arms. The woman casually walks over to us, her unbelievable eyes fixed on the shadows as she comes to stand in front of us. “I’m the woman about to save your undeserving ass.” She gives Anthony a glance, her rainbow eyes filled with disgust as she turns her attention back to the shadows. Quickly the shadows – as if sentient – charge forward, fear drowning me from the inside as my heart breaks into a spring. But just as the shadows get

I gasped. The clearing spun—or maybe I did—and suddenly I was no longer standing on mossy earth. I was falling. No wind. No sky. Just darkness, soft and all-consuming. Until— Light. Not blinding. Not cold. But warm and gold and pulsing like a heartbeat. I landed softly on what looked like mist-wrapped stone, in a chamber lit by glowing veins of moonlight that danced across the air like fireflies. Before me stood a woman. Tall. Barefoot. Her hair was starlight spun into braids, and her eyes… her eyes were a mirror of mine. Silver-flecked midnight, ancient and knowing.

The tears were stone, and then they were water, and then they were light, and the light rose and joined the child, and the field was growing brighter, and the fire in the bowl was burning higher, and the flame-woman was smiling, if something made of fire can be said to smile. One by one, Eliana went to the statues. The young woman who had ended the pregnancy. The daughter who had hated her mother. The friend who had betrayed a confidence. The lover who had walked away. The worker who had compromised her integrity for a paycheck. The traveler who had been too afraid to come home. The woman who had stood at the window and thought about stepping out. The woman who had broken the compass. The wo

She felt lighter and freer than she had ever felt before. "Now, you must find your light," the woman said. "Your inner light, the light that is unique to you. This light will guide you on your journey and help you find your purpose." Amira closed her eyes and tried to imagine her inner light. At first, she could not see anything, but then she saw a tiny flicker of light in the darkness. She focused on it, and it began to grow, until it was a warm, glowing light that filled her heart. She felt its power and its truth.

Until the morning I woke up before the sun and lay in the quiet dark and said it to myself once and felt the way it settled. Selene. For the moon she carried in her blood. For the light that had saved us and cost us and made us what we were. For the grandmother who had hidden that light for thirty years so that one day her granddaughter could carry it openly and freely and without fear. And for the Carried Light that Aunt Clara had found in the old texts, the light that had been supposed to be extinct and had come back in this specific child, in this specific room, on a Tuesday morning in May at seven fourteen.

Another woman nodded and gestured for him to follow, and they began to hurry across the clearing. As Isaac and I climbed out after him, our legs shaking beneath us, the gray-haired woman approached us. “I saw something,” she said, gripping my arm with enormous eyes. “When you were coming down, there was this… flash. Like a ball of golden light wrapped around the whole plane. But it happened so fast, I can’t be sure…” My breath caught at that. Golden light. It took a moment for me to remember, but… yes, that was just like what I had seen in those final moments before everything went black.