A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

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.

As we neared the party, I could see the flickering lights from a distance. Fairy lights hung from the trees, glowing softly like tiny stars in the night sky. They twinkled in the dark, casting a warm, magical light over everything. The tables and chairs were arranged perfectly, with crisp white tablecloths and elegant centerpieces made of candles and flowers. It all looked so beautiful and well thought out, like something out of a dream.

Stars circled around a single point. Galaxies folded inward. Possibilities converged. Then suddenly— The radiance collapsed into a single sphere. Tiny. Brilliant. Floating before Lyra and Kael. The sphere pulsed gently. Like a living heart. Then it cracked. A thin line of silver light spreading across its surface. The Heart gasped. "No way." The crack widened. The sphere trembled. Another heartbeat echoed. Then another. And another. The light burst outward. For a brief moment, nobody could see.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I felt completely drained. I didn't want to move, so I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. When I woke up, the sky outside had already darkened. The dim yellow glow of the streetlights reflected on the window. "Hey, you're awake. Still feeling tired?" Leon asked. "What time is it?" "Still not 7:00 pm." I curled up further under the covers, and Leon switched on the light. The events of the afternoon rushed back to me. I buried my face in my hands, not wanting to get out of bed.

The three gave me approving nods but I do not know what I was supposed to do. Just then, glimmering lights started to materialize before our eyes, crystal blues, and sapphire red, lush green and silver whites. It was the tinkers that appeared. Their appearance was a magical scene that is enough to leave the mouths of its spectators with jaws drop. I reached out my hand to one of the lights and as it bounces from my finger it bumps into the other lights creating a chain reaction and producing sparkling dusts.

He gazed down, uncertainty crossing his face, but she hid it beneath a sudden, bright smile. They emerged from the garden, lanterns suspended like stars among the trees. Soft music was being played—a swell of violins and harp merging into lilac and orange blossom scent. All was lovely. Too lovely, perhaps. The gathering was under a canopy of twilight sky and glittering fairy lights. Crystals and white peonies glimmered on the tables. A string quartet played softly in the background as servers began to circulate wine and canapés. Everything was beautiful, spotless, like a well-rehearsed dream by someone who was desperate to impress.

Chapter 17 Vivian POV ​The city lights below looked like leaked grease, smearing into long, blurred streaks of yellow and red through the floor to ceiling glass of the penthouse. It was past midnight, the hour where the hum of high rise airflow sounded less like machinery and more like a low, holding breath.

I lifted my head from Hunter's chest and watched the shards rise off the stone, the dozen splinters that had torn my chest and every fragment scattered across the floor, lifting into the air and catching the last of the dying eclipse-light. For a moment they hung there, the wreckage of ten thousand years of certainty, turning slowly. And then they broke apart further, into thousands of points of silver light, a whole galaxy of them filling the chamber, more sparks than there had ever been shards, more light than the crown had ever held. And they flew.

"No. But staying here is starting to feel like hiding. And I don't want to hide. I want to live. Even if living hurts." "Where do you want to go?" "Somewhere new. Somewhere that might surprise me." Mira scattered, searched, returned. "There's a reality nearby. Strange but beautiful. Might be exactly what you need." We scattered together. And arrived in a reality that took my breath away. Everything was made of light. Not objects that reflected light. But structures built from light itself. Buildings of woven sunbeams. Trees of dancing luminescence. People who glowed from within.

Her eyes glowed softly. And she was smiling. “You finally found me.” Lucian grabbed her. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “No.” “Where are we?” Amara looked around. “The beginning.” Lucian frowned. “I thought the beginning would look…” “Different?” “Yeah.” She smiled. “So did I.” A tiny golden light appeared between them. Then another. And another. Soon, millions of tiny lights filled the darkness. Lucian stared. “Stars?” Amara shook her head.