A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

The light in the studio was brittle—the kind of winter light that didn’t spill so much as slice, cutting through the frost-clouded windows in slanted blades. It caught in the motes of dust that hung suspended, giving the air a faint shimmer, as if the entire room were trapped inside a snow globe that someone had forgotten to shake.

This place had green trees and shrubbery, flowing water, and even rocks… Zephyr was exasperated at the strange image. Suddenly a strange rumbling sound erupted from the stream. Zephyr then saw a ray of light within the water float up. It was a very scattered ray of light, yet shone brightly everywhere, like stars that were placed erratically in the sky. Zephyr noticed how plentiful the lights were, akin to rain even. Each contained potent primordial energy. Zephyr stared at it with curiosity before slowly approaching the light, not forgetting to tightly grip Draken in his hand.

I swallowed hard and do as stated; a bit shy that Kuya David caught me staring at Triton… “I still couldn’t get used in the world of these normal people; it is way different from our world. The way of living is different, unlike from the countrymen of Hanyang.” Minseo kept his gaze on the sky. In their world, the sky looks so mesmerizing but in this realm, their sky looks awful. At night time, there are no visible stars that could be seen, but in Hanyang, the stars are skinning so bright up the sky. He wonders what they could have been doing there. Was there any celebration now that the headache of the palace is gone? How’s Jun, the Queen, and his play dolls there?

The vast array of buildings with varying heights, designs, and lighting creates a textured urban tapestry. This enchanting moment was a perfect atmosphere of pure romance seemingly looking not less than a fairy tale. Under the soft glow of the moon the setting is ethereal, with delicate white flowers hanging from a natural wooden frame, with lights twinkling like stars on them bottled inside the colourful glass bottles. The warm illumination bathes the scene in an amber hue, enhancing the dreamlike atmosphere.

Reaching the Swarm Light expanded outward. Not violently. Not as an attack. As a signal. A call. The nearest Devourers froze mid-motion. Their shifting forms slowed. Confused. Drawn. “What… is this…” one echoed faintly. The light spread further. Touching more. Dozens stopped. The rest hesitated. The swarm began to fracture. The Turning Point “They’re listening…” Aurelion whispered. The new being stepped further forward. “You do not have to consume…” it said.

Celeste Evening didn’t fall so much as settle—slow, deliberate, like a hand pressing down over the ridge. The light thinned into a pale blue wash, flattening depth and shadow until distance became guesswork again. Not fog. Not quite darkness. Something in between. Uncertain ground. Perfect for mistakes. “Torches?” Tomas asked. I shook my head. “Not yet.” Light gave clarity, but it also gave position. Right now, ambiguity was still ours.

The night air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of rain on the wind. I started walking, not really paying attention to where I was going. I just needed to move. To clear my head. To escape the suffocating weight of Dustan's presence. The drizzle started slowly—just a few scattered drops at first, cold against my skin. I barely noticed. I was too lost in my thoughts, replaying the events of the past few days over and over in my mind. Suddenly my eyes caught something.Tiny lights, flickering in the distance like stars brought down to earth. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Thousands.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

As if bright starlight were attempting to pulsate through the graphite sky hanging above us, scattered lightning strikes come in grand networking forks as they ripple above - illuminating those beneath for no more than a heartbeat before we continue our battle in the darkness, being consumed by the returning shadows while they nurture the evening street.