A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

Look up again. I did. The sky had turned black again, but tiny white lights started blinking above us, slow and irregular. They shimmered in and out, then clustered together, moving across the dark in sharp, deliberate strokes. The words came one at a time. All. For. You. Happy. Birthday. M. The lights stayed for a beat, then scattered, drifting outward like sparks caught in a breeze. They shrank, pulling higher and farther until they disappeared past the rooftops. Then silence.

It's just a feeling, or the light is getting brighter. ***

What's going on—" Her words faltered as Damien pressed a button. In an instant, the oppressive darkness was replaced with a breathtaking display of shimmering lights. The scenery before her was magical, like something out of a dream. Majestic archways adorned with twinkling lights stretched as far as her eyes could see. Each arch was intricately designed with delicate white metalwork, interwoven with clusters of vibrant flowers. Fairy lights danced across the vivid blooms, their colors blending into a mesmerizing spectrum. String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment.

blessed be. A large light appears as if coming from Sterling, which scares the entire pack, especially Sterling. The light becomes so intense that they can barely look. Then this light rises from Sterling and hangs in the air hovering over him. It hovers there for a few seconds, but then, with an intense hiss, it flies and enters the glass with Sterling's blood, decreasing its intensity, until the light is completely extinguished.

“Mum?” “Stay back,” I say gently, holding out a trembling hand. The glow brightens, flickering like sunlight through water. My heart races. “It’s okay, baby. I just need…” The light bursts outward. It’s not violent… it’s beautiful. A slow wave of shimmering silver and gold sweeps across the kitchen, wrapping around the furniture like mist. The pancakes lift slightly from the pan, hovering for a heartbeat before settling again. Dust looks like it turns to glitter in the air.

I used to stubbornly keep a lamp lit, no matter how late it got, waiting for Mike to return before I could sleep peacefully. It was as if that warm, dim light could illuminate his way home and warm the heart that waited for him. However, things were different now. This time, I wasn’t as foolish as I once had been. When Mike dragged his tired body back home, the clock had already silently ticked past 2 o’clock in the morning. The moment he pushed the door open, the house was pitch black and deathly silent.

“Lara…” he whispered. “Wait there… Don’t move…” An involuntarily moan escaped her and Christophe spun fluidly around. But by then Lara had already fled, her sole desire to escape. She raced down the steps that led into the gardens, her breath sobbing in her throat. “Lara!” she heard Christophe’s voice calling. Powerful lights came on, illuminating the outdoors. But Lara kept on running blindly, heedless of the shrubs that tore at her. The heel of one of her shoes snapped when she stumbled. She kicked it off and then bent to rip off the other one.

I always prefer it at night. The sky becomes a purple glow for a canvas, little specks of stars and street lights scattered across the horizon. It's a constant reminder that even in darkness, light will always rise to meet it. "K-Kadence," Clara mutters breathlessly as she nears us. Sage and I rise to our feet as my sister grips onto her chest, as if she's at the finishing line of a triathlon. "Breathe, Clara. What is it?" I question, noticing the panic etched in

Motes of light gather around her from all corners of the world. As she did so, the clouds above moved faster. It is as if it wants to hasten the tribulation. The Matron speaks faster, and the motes of light gather quicker. When the incantation ended, the motes of light looked like a ball of incandescent light. It’s twice as big as the baby and gives off warmth.