Warrior Of Light Dissidia Novels & Stories

"The First Luna is currently 'Formatting' the Star-Child’s memory to become the OS for the Sixteenth Cycle" We moved through the library, our footsteps making no sound on the glass floor. As we approached the spire, the orbs around us began to pulse with a rhythmic, threatening violet light. "She knows we’re here," Leo said, his Grey-Steel blade igniting with a fragmented, flickering starlight. Suddenly, the orbs didn't just pulse; they Discharged. From the translucent spheres, dozens of "Archived" warriors emerged. They didn't have names or faces; they were "Average" models of the Blood-Alpha and the Sun-Walker, their movements perfectly synchronized, their eyes the hollow blue of the Spire

Far more than we'd expected. "You walked into our trap, girl not the other way around." "Now!" Lucas's voice shouted. Our warriors burst from their hiding spots. The clearing exploded into chaos. Wolves against shadow wielders. Light against dark. Everywhere I looked, violence and blood and screaming. I focused on the scarred man and released my light. He blocked with shadows and we clashed in the center while battle raged around us. "You're strong," he said, deflecting my attack. "But you're young and you can't win."

The moon light shone clearly forehead as I looked up to it. *Help me mother. Luna derascio jermana hetero jui.* My wolf said silently and my eyes widened at my glowing fur. Blue fire blazed through it making all the wolves to stare at me in awe. Even I was surprised. The pendant on my neck shone and connected to the moon. I stared surprised and tried to convince myself that this was all from me. * I am Luna. The first warrior to the moon goddess. We, Adriana are the Liberation. We are The Light and we are headed to clear the darkness from the supernatural world that the moon goddess watches over.*

We're not here to become your friends! Tony spat at me, grabbed my hair, and started dragging me to a scary little room. I knew that if I got into that room, I might never get out, so I started fighting hard. "I'm not lying! I'm Adrian's fiancée. Call him if you don't believe me!" The others just laughed harder. "His fiancée? Mr. Lyon's only ever loved one girl, the famous Principessa of the Sawyer family." "That's me! I'm Fiona Sawyer!"

He held a sword that glowed with a righteous, nauseating white light. Lysander. The Hero. Beside him, floating on a smaller cloud, was Elara. She wore the white robes of a High Priestess, holding a staff tipped with a diamond. "Behold!" Lysander shouted, his voice magically amplified to boom across the room. "The Light has come to purge the Darkness!" "You're late," Vespera deadpanned. "And you broke my roof." Lysander landed on the floor, posing heroically. Elara landed beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell of sulfur.

"Os entregai mia vidai La luz quin in mi vivie Consuari tua muerte de mie pueblo Mia vida sacrificari tue ellois Mia eu il debere" My light magic consumed all around them, covering the lifeless bodies and I watched as each one of them, began to rise looking at their wounds, my spell lasted until the last one rose, consuming all of me, when I saw the last warrior rise I could no longer stand and fell to the ground, the light in me was extinguished and the last thing I saw was Lanox running towards me. My destiny has been fulfilled the darkness has died and the light is gone.....

As the warrior seems to think about this, as I see Alpha Jasper step up and lean in close and whisper, “You aren’t really going to do that, are you?” “Do you doubt my mate, Jasper?” He chuckles, “No, Zachariah. Never! To doubt Luna Yasmine, I would be just as much a fool as the warrior pitching to fight her.” The warrior then looks over at me and says, “I would prefer to see what that female would be like in the bedroom flat on her back and how much pleasure she would give. However, the prospect of leading my own warriors is a good substitute. So let's fight, shall we?”

“Great, now I know I'm crazy.” Walking through the last patch of woods before she could see a small pattern of smoke, she was getting closer. “Little Dove?” Light Stick said coming into the clearing. “Grandpa!” Abey exclaimed, running into his arms. Light Stick was a warrior in his time, he was big and bulky, every woman in the camp wanted his protection. “I've missed this place, so many times!” Abey said. “Are you here on a good visit or a bad one?” he asked curiously, walking with her towards the camp. “You know the Tribe is going to be excited to see you, and how beautiful you are,” he said squeezing her closer to him.

Only Darius, Orion, the commander, Thaddeus, and I, know that Light is actually the leader of the rebellion. But I was sure they had no idea that sooner or later, Light would get rid of the Lycans in her army. She made it very clear to me that she hated every single Lycan, whether they be innocent or not. So I doubted she would let the Lycans in her army go scot-free, if she were ever to achieve her goals.

Their weapons clashed with the darkness, sparks flying in the void. The battle was a blur of violence, a clash of wills. Liam and Xal'dar fought with a desperation born of survival, their bodies pushed to their limits. The figure was relentless, its attacks growing more powerful with each passing moment. But Liam and Xal'dar persisted, their spirits unbroken. They were the last defenders of the universe, and they would not let darkness prevail. As the battle raged, Liam felt a surge of power within him. It was as if the celestial body, the source of light and hope, was empowering him. With a primal scream, he unleashed a torrent of energy, a blinding light that engulfed the darkness.