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This Little Light Of Mine

The Light Will Not Fade

For centuries, the noble House Concordia, humanity’s torchbearers, guided the world through its darkest days. Their sacrifices drove back the malevolent force known only as the darkness, banishing it from the material world in the cataclysmic Battle of Scarlet Rivers. But victory came at an immense cost: the death of their revered leader, the Sword Saint, and the fracturing of humanity’s unity. In the centuries that followed, greed and hubris consumed the fractured factions of mankind, leaving the Concordia family shunned and their warnings ignored. Now, in the year 677, the darkness stirs once more, its hunger for chaos and despair reignited by humanity's corruption. As cracks tear through reality, unleashing hordes of demons upon the great city of Emberfall, the darkness manifests in a terrible, humanoid form—arrogant, cruel, and unstoppable. The nobles of the Kaizen Empire, consumed by their own self-interest, panic in the face of their reckoning, while the common people fall victim to unthinkable horrors. At the center of this unfolding apocalypse stands Eryndor of Concordia, the young head of his house. Dismissed as naïve for clinging to ancient prophecies, he has spent years pleading with humanity to unite against the darkness. Now, with the return of his family’s ancient enemy, Eryndor must rise to his legacy and rally what remains of humanity before it’s too late. But to fulfill his family’s oath, Eryndor must face impossible odds, forge alliances with those who once betrayed his house, and confront the truth of what it means to sacrifice for the light. As the forces of darkness spread across the land, "The Light Will Never Fade" is a story of shattered hope, enduring legacies, and the power of selflessness in the face of despair. Will Eryndor and those who stand with him rekindle humanity’s flame, or will the darkness extinguish the light forever?
AlteredSol · 2.2K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 8.8K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21.7K Views

This House Is Mine!—My Mistress Is My Soulmate!

Hey there, unlucky mortal! Welcome to 123 Serene Grove Lane, a place so legendary, so magical, and so ABSOLUTELY AMAZING that only a chosen few ever hear about it. And by "chosen few," I mean people who trip over random portals or get lost after making terrible life decisions. I'm IMP, "KING OF IMPS", the REAL STAR of this story. Forget the humans forget the moody demons, forget the boring heroes. This book I WROTE IT. It's about me, my glorious misadventures, and how I heroically survive. living with my boss, the incredible-yet-insufferable Xier. She's an artist. A sorceress. And somehow, despite my best efforts, still manages to keep her house standing. We also have Kevin, a VERY CONFUSED but disturbingly kind human carpenter who rents a room here (the biggest mistake of his life, btw). He's strong enough to build furniture with his bare hands, but soft enough to blush when Xier looks his way. Hilarious. He seither doomed... or already in too deep. Now, life at 123 Serene Grove Lane is NOT your typical "dark magic and world-ending prophecies" nonsense. BORING! We've got magic gardens that gossip when the wind blows, enchanted baths that refuse to drain properly, and random imp parties that definitely DON'T NEED PERMISSION. Expect heated arguments, accidental seductions, and AWKWARDLY INTENSE moments involving forbidden drinks. mysterious contracts, and questionable house rules. Do I care? Nope. I'm too busy being FABULOUS. Why read this Because you need a break from gloomy heroes and brooding prophecies. You need magic, mischief, and PASSIONATE CHAOS. You need ME. So. stop pretending you' re too busy. Open this book, join the fun, and remember everything here is MY IDEA. You're welcome.
Kinasalin · 5.3K Views
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