Your Name Light Novels & Stories

The gold light pulsed in my chest. Selene. I'd remember that name.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

It pushes into me, through me, around me. YOU ARE LATE. My throat tightens. “Who—who are you?” THE OTHER. THE ONE WHO REMEMBERS BEFORE LIGHT. THE ONE WHO WAS SEALED. THE ONE WHO SHARES YOUR NAME. Something cold coils around my ribs. “My name is Aria,” I whisper. NO. A pulse of shadow. YOU WEAR A MASK OF FLESH. REMOVE IT. “No—” REMOVE IT. The darkness grabs hold of me, ripping at the light the First God poured into me. My body splits into brilliance and shadow. My scream fractures.

That soft and airy voice greeted me. Like the voice in the Darkness, or I guess that’s just his name, her voice came from everywhere. But unlike him, I didn’t get this creepy feeling. “If he’s Darkness, what does that make you? Light? And if this is a game of chess, what piece am I? Whose side am I on? “I questioned. “Is this a game between you and him?” “Yes. I am Light. I would call you the Queen’s Bishop, which makes you so important. And why you have to get out of the hold this witch has.” Light explained.

She moved toward him with quiet grace. Jack wrapped his hand around her waist as he introduced her. “This is Light, my Luna.” Light—the name fit her perfectly. Pure, beautiful, she embodied everything Nina lacked and could never hope to imitate. Where Nina demanded attention, Light simply drew it, like moths to a flame. The young lady gently bowed her head. “My greetings to you, Alpha and Luna of Crescent Pack. I’m Light, the Luna of Stone Ridge Pack. Nice to meet you.” “Pleased to meet you, Luna Light,” I responded, returning her greeting with genuine warmth.

The land began to wobble as the clouds turned out glimmering; colors played from blue to white, and gold which made me glow. "Aksha…" The disembodied voice filled my ears in desperation. I clutched myself as I turned around, but no one was there. "Who are you?!" "My child, come and see the light. Make it glow to your heart as the aureate eyes emerge. Accept the changes because fate has arrived to rule again." "What—" "Lunaria is the name…go, and seek for who I am." The illuminating light swallowed me wholly, and heard her add, "The one who lights the world when the dark comes."

“You still haven't told me your name, though.” “Lucas.” With that, he walked out the door, leaving me all alone in this room. I slowly got off the bed, standing up, my legs were wobbly as I struggled to stand straight. I looked around the room, finally taking in the beauty of its decor. The room was a blend of elegance and intimidation. The walls were adorned with dark, rich wallpaper; its color is that of regal burgundy. The bed itself was a grand centerpiece, draped in rich, silky sheets with a hint of gold embroidery.

She is my destiny. She is my light... My ever after...

“Do you… Do you believe him?” “I’ll know better what to think in a few days when we’ve talked some more,” the doctor confessed wryly. ‘Well... Now I’m here to ask you how to get in touch with this fellow… He’s French or something… Maurice… No, Moreau I think is his name…” “Christophe?” Lara gasped. “Do you think he’d see me? I want to tell him that Kenneth needs criminal charges right now like he needs a hole in the head!” Sam Elliott delivered grimly.

The lesson was called off early. An emergency meeting was called by the teachers. She begged her brother for permission to go home first. She wanted to see the members of her group. "Light Saviors'' is the name of Cristine's underground group. For the welfare of the people, the group members approved this group name. Light serves as a reminder that there is still hope, and saviors serve as reminders that there are still individuals who will defend them from harm. Their group name represented the people's hope.