Toradora Light Novels & Stories

She dropped to one knee, gasping, but before Celeste could strike again, Tori raised her hand to the sky. “Then let’s see if darkness can outshine a sun reborn.” Her entire body blazed—fire spilling from her eyes, mouth, even her veins. The light that erupted from her was blinding, holy, and furious. It slammed into Celeste’s form, and for the first time… Celeste screamed so loud that I can even feel her pain through it.

His eyes quickly jumped to a fluttering light at the far end of the hall. Curious, Eros marched toward it. He climbed down along the spiral staircase, all the way to an empty cell in the dungeon. Then, in the darkness, he saw Tora sat in a circle of raging fire. The luna sat across from her. The women’s bodies were intertwined, their naked skin shining like the heart of a flame. There was blood everywhere; Tora’s hands were crimson-soaked.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

Then Torres did something that made my stomach turn. As Lydia moved in for another strike, Torres kicked dirt from the ring floor directly into her eyes. Lydia cried out, stumbling back with her hands covering her face. She was completely blind and vulnerable.

She retaliated with a swift kick to his thigh, sharp and precise. They circled, testing, measuring. Then Toran struck again, this time catching her arm, spinning her into his chest. His grip was iron, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re lighter than I expected.” She slammed her elbow into his gut, twisting free. “You’ll find I’m heavier when I’m sitting on your pride.” The crowd roared with laughter. Toran snarled and came at her with a flurry of punches. Luna blocked, parried, her body fluid, her training evident. But he was strong—too strong—and his hits landed with bone-bruising force.

the blonde haired girl introduced herself to Isabella and shook her hand with her. "Hi! I'm Aurora Valenti and yes I'm new admission." Isabella lied swiftly and mentally patted herself for practicing whole night of her name but it still felt foreign to her. "Nice name Aurora, it suits your personality." Camilla said to which she gave her a fake smile just like her identity. "Hey I'm here too." the boy said whining gaining the both of the girls attention. "I'm Neel Malhotra and I'm from India." he introduced himself extending his hand towards Isabella and she looked at him amusingly. She shook his hand but didn't feel the spark just how like she feels when Nicholas touches her.

He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently. Zara wants to—no—needs to survive, she needs to reach the light so very desperately. However, will she eventually be devoured by the darkness that overpowers her mind, heart and soul? Will she succumb to the insanity until she's bled dry by the same man who once made her heart glow? - - - ⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ - Keep in mind, the story will be dark and sinister. - This material has content that may be disturbing to some readers. If you are uncomfortable with mature/triggering content, continue at your own risk.

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.”

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.