There Is A Light That Never Goes Out Book Novels & Stories

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

I said in a cold and steady voice, "Just like your promises. They're all broken." His hand trembled slightly, as if my words had cut deep. Lucas stood silent for a long moment before inhaling a slow, painful breath. A flicker of desperation crossed his eyes as he asked, "Wilma… if none of that had happened, do you think… maybe there could've still been a chance for us?" His voice was low, pleading, like he was grasping at the last sliver of hope. But I shook my head gently. "There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again."

And then he was gone, the curtain settling behind him, and the ward was quiet again. I lay back against the pillow. The board book was still in my hands. I turned it over once, the worn corners, the soft spine, a lighthouse on the cover belonging to a man who had built an empire and thought to bring a child’s book to a hospital because it seemed like the right thing. I pressed it gently to my stomach. “You’re going to like him,” I said quietly. Outside the ward window the city lights were coming on one by one, the way they always did, without asking, without ceremony, just arriving because the dark had come and that was what lights did.

They began to walk toward the smoke, leaving the darkness of the earth behind them, and stepping into the blinding, dangerous light of the unknown. End of Chapter 14

I ask in surprise. “Curious? Come with me.” he smirks. We left Light’s office and went to an expensive restaurant. Light booked a cabin for us and we ordered beer. There is a knock on the door and Light permits the man to enter. A young girl in a formal dressing enters. She is blonde and fair with a nice height. Actually, pretty cute. Light stands up and they both shake their hands, then Light introduces her to me, “Erin meet Laila and Laila, meet Erin White.”

She boomed, Derora noticed the storms outside still bellowed, but she seemed on edge, now was her time for a distraction, "How is the war with the light gods going?" she asked, Herega turned her gaze to her, lightning flashed outside, "You will remain silent derora!" She growled, Derora gave a smug grin, it really got on her nerves as the whole room darkened due to the thunder clouds outside the palace, herega stretched her hand to summon lightning. Then derora noticed the light trying to clear the clouds, it was a real Battle of elements, she laughed out as herega turned to her,

It hovered overhead in the center of the room, spinning rapidly while heat permeated the room, warming her throughout her body and immediately calming her and bringing her back to her senses. Liam’s smile shone brightly as he bowed slightly. He retrieved the small glowing ball and tucked it into the folds of his robe before walking regally back into the ball of light he’d arrived in. She watched in awe as the glowing light that contained Liam faded into nothingness, leaving her still hugging Maggie’s book in silent stillness until the sound of the purring cat next to her broke through. She rose slowly and walked to the door, stopping to take another look of the shredded room before returni

As I open the door and enter my thought floats to my baby “oh Sala, I pray to the Gods that you are okay and ready for that which is to come” I enter the chamber that has my book of light and life, I truly never thought I’d need to use you again old friend but here we are once again, I take the book down from it’s resting place, I have not touched it since I placed it there all those years ago and there is not a speck of dust resting upon it.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

The touch of unseen hands upon its surface sends a thrill coursing through the air as if stirring an ancient power. The title on the book's spine, written in elegant yet cryptic calligraphy, reads "Lumina Aeternus," translating to "Eternal Light." The words seem to glow with a soft, celestial radiance as if they hold the key to unlocking a universe of wonder and possibility. However, it wasn't the beauty of the book that lured and captivated her attention, rather it was the familiarity of it. She was certain she had come across the book before as a child. It was a book that fascinated her as a child, yet was never permitted to touch it.