A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

I stepped into the diagram and neared the light, only to gasp quietly. In the centre of the diagram was a necklace, glowing faintly, from which the light was actually spreading…

She lived a peaceful, happy life. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The bustling summit fell silent in their minds. Dean’s hand trembled slightly, making the amber liquid in his glass ripple. The icy mask on his face cracked, revealing a storm of emotion beneath, only to settle into a gray, lifeless void. He could almost see her in a pristine white wedding dress, smiling with a sense of security he had never been able to give her.

She disinfected the cuts haphazardly, slapped on some bandages, and caught a cab straight to the airport. Sitting in the back seat, she watched the scenery rush past the window. The towering skyscrapers and bright lights gradually disappeared from view. Once they got onto the elevated highway, Celine rolled down the window, pulled the ring off her finger, and tossed it out without hesitation.

Lyra glanced back at me more than once. And then everything faded. ** I stood in the middle of a field filled with white, glowing flowers. They stretched endlessly in every direction, a quiet sea of soft light that moved with the faintest touch of wind. Each petal carried its own glow, not harsh or blinding, but gentle, like the moonlight was caught and held within something living. The light reflected faintly against my skin, casting pale shadows that shifted as the flowers swayed. I had never seen anything like it.

he looked at the other, who shook his head. “Not yet.” Reyan answered and smiled apologetically. “But, what signifies the scattered dots… maybe the trees? Or the people?” he asked. “But, they should be related to the moon and cloud, since the scattered dots followed the two.” He said. Hierro nodded in agreement. “’scattered dots’… moon… cloud…” Iero muttered as he tried to think, only to grimace when he felt his head hurt. “Ah… I can’t understand!” he said and frowned as he massaged his temples.

Until a massive beam of white light bursts out from the distance, shooting from the recesses of the mountains and into the inky black sky. Everything returns to normal. The earth takes a shuddering breath, like a drowning man who just got saved. When I can see again, I catch sight of everyone standing still, staring at the light, which is spreading farther and farther, clearing up the dark clouds until the stars and the moon are seen. The light, the Arachnia said. I need the light. And this is it, I can tell. I can feel it.

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

Holding her hand a little too tight, he couldn’t wait to grip it harder to keep it warm. The night was growing colder and the room gradually darkened. The lavender light was a bit dim, and Marilyn couldn't see the room clearly. Suddenly, the room lit up, only to reveal a yellowish light filling the entire room, scattered with stars ranging from white to golden yellow, reflecting the yellowish light, like a starry sky during the day.

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.