Fantasy Light Novels & Stories

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

somethings that have an eerie feeling and with each of their touch, I feel it, and things like this are terrified of one thing. Light. So I reach out to my powers and slowly, light slips out of my body. Growing brighter and brighter at each pacing second. I hear her giggle behind me. “The thing I like about my nightlings is that they aren’t affected by any type of light.” “I never said that it was what I wanted.” I close my eyes tight, only for me to hear shrieks and I laugh. “Bright light hurts the eyes.”

“It hurts.” Lyra froze. “What hurts, my love?” “The dark,” Isla whispered. “It wants to eat the light.” Lyra’s heart broke. She pulled her daughter close, kissing her forehead. “You are the light, Isla. Do not let the dark take it. Stay with me.” As Seraphine raised her staff again, a sudden glow burst from Isla’s small hands. The silver light spread across her skin, wrapping around her fingers like threads of starlight. Lyra gasped as warmth filled the air, pushing back the biting cold of the mist.

What happens next takes my breath away. Light erupts from the witches' bodies—not harsh or blinding, but pure and radiant, like captured starlight. It flows from their hands, their hearts, their very souls, streaming toward the fog-covered chasm in ribbons of silver and gold. The magic doesn't shoot out violently; instead, it pours from them like liquid light, graceful and purposeful.

"Arasne, if you could explain in simple terms. We do have more to discuss." The queen sighed from behind me. "Yes, simply wrap up eons of information and cultural differences in a few measly sentences." She winked at me as she moved up. "There are two sections of Fae. Light and Dark. Light tend to dabble in white magic or power. Dark in black. Hence the simple naming system we've devised." She snickered.

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

Power radiating off her in waves that made the air shimmer. The shadow creatures shrieked. Recoiled from the light. Tried to flee. She didn't let them. The light intensified. Spread down the hallway. Into every corner. Every shadow. Burning away the darkness like morning sun burning away fog. Could feel the curse fighting back. Could feel it trying to pull more power from me. Trying to make more shadows. More creatures. But Lena pushed harder. The light growing brighter. Hotter. Until I had to close my eyes against the glare.

Sister? Light magic is really rare. It's rare in the Avalor Kingdom. I saw Gina's eyes looking at me asking what she should do next. I was about to answer. 'make a light screen', so that even for a moment the two avengers lose sight and we can make it our advantage. But suddenly my surrounding started to get blurry for a moment and my head feels heavy all of a sudden. I suddenly grabbed my senses. And slightly shake my head to get rid of the poison I feel. When my vision cleared up I saw the worry on Gina's face.

"However, as time passed, darkness grew restless, seeking to overpower the light and tip the balance in its favor. It corrupted some souls, twisting their magic into dark manifestations fueled by greed, power, and destruction." Luna's eyes widened as she absorbed the knowledge, a mix of awe and concern washing over her. She understood that the battle they faced was not just a physical one but a struggle to maintain the delicate equilibrium between light and darkness. "The Mages of Light," the High Mage continued, "have dedicated their lives to preserving the purity of light magic. We draw our power from the energy of creation, using it to heal, protect, and restore. But the forces of darknes

It was night, the moon surfaced then the process began. Lunariazelda bent down and fetched a hand full of sand then she closed her eyes and uttered some words of enchantment, the whole place went dark but in few minutes time a great light blasted out of the sky rupturing the ground and spread throughout the forest like twinkle lights, when Lunariazelda opened her eyes it was clouded with bright light as well as her clothing, then she raised her hands up as light busted out of the ground mingling in the air and the light merged together.