Your Name Light Novels & Stories

Elias pointed at him. “Because that is exactly how people end up being worshipped.” Elena laughed. Even Adrian did. Then one of the newly individualized lights appeared before Elias. We have chosen. Elias frowned. “Chosen what?” Our name. He relaxed. “Good.” The light brightened. We are called the Many. Subject One blinked. “That sounds suspiciously collective.” The light answered: We disagree about the name. Elias smiled. “Perfect.” But Marcus was no longer smiling.

But now, he was standing in someone else's house with a young, attractive woman nestled in his arms, her own wrapped around his waist. Both of them turned to me at the same time. I froze up, my mind going blank. For a few seconds, it felt as if the world had disappeared around me. "Is that my order?" The woman's voice pulled me back to reality. Holding in the shock I felt, I glanced at Edgar. He didn't recognize me. I was wearing my yellow delivery uniform with a face mask and a cap. He wouldn't have expected me to turn up here. "Hello. Are you Ms. Irina Upton who placed an order to be delivered to Block 18, Unit 802?" I asked, purposely disguising my voice.

“You’re taking a picture?” He shrugged, “Yes, I just couldn’t help but capture this moment with our child.” He replied and I snorted at the word child. “What? I consider her as our child from now on.” I would have felt a bit triggered by that but now, I am strangely I watched as Lumiere played with the stress ball, almost knocking down some of my vases and decorations. “Why did you name her Lumiere?” “It means light in french, Why? Do you want to change it?”

The voice was deep with an accent Lex could not decipher. Lex did not respond. "I see you're too scared to talk," The voice continued. "I understand. Well, let me introduce myself. "I am Gbenga Alli. The speaker of the Light. You're a very smart apple, I must say. The coucil of the Light are really impressed by your works. Twelve cases to your name! Very impressive, my friend. Still, Lex did not say a word. His hands were sweaty, so he tightened his grip on the phone.

Atticus narrowed his eyes and studied me. "What is Lugh light?" I asked curiously. Sawyer chuckled, "Lugh is the Irish God of light and that flash you do is called Lugh light. It is a very rare gift…" "And something that your mother has given you because I can not do it," Atticus said while rubbing his chin in thought.

“Today is my birthday — originally just an ordinary day. The reason I can stand here tonight and speak these words to you is not only because of past victories, my research into magic, or the support of Baldr, the God of Light. There is an even more important reason.” He paused and opened his palm. A flame ignited within it. He hurled it outward, striking a distant stone monument in the sky. Immediately, a streak of red light burst forth and shot straight toward the altar. “That… is my other name—” Before he could finish, the red light had already landed at his feet. In an instant, roaring flames surged outward, torrents of fire sweeping across the ground as waves of fire-wolves rose one aft

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

*Nameless POV* “This is not sparkling enough, you worthless piece of trash!” Beta Diana yells while her little princess giggles. A slap on my face, a kick on my ribs and a spat on my face, I block her words and continue scrubbing the corridor. There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worthy of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it.

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

Who? I set the bowl aside and carefully lay her back down on the pillows. My hands are shaking as I tuck the blankets around her chin, my fingers lingering near her cheek. She’s warm now, maybe too warm, but the deathly chill is gone. Her words keep playing over in my head and I keep trying to think it out. "My Light." Why does that name spark something in my brain, but I can't remember what?