A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

Outside the window, a shooting star cut across the night sky, like a lighter someone had casually struck. It lit the whole sky with rose-colored light.

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.

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

He exhaled and released his eyes, blinked until his vision was clear. He saw something yellow, no golden and bright! He blinked again, trying to know what he saw, so he began walking towards the golden light. He could see that the light was on the snow covered ground. It wasn't still, the light always moved, it danced in a rhythmic motion, sometimes, the light was a little taller and other times it went a little low. And each time it danced, there was a spark— a burst of golden dots!

I was… in a deep sleep. “Of course you were.” I sat back down, grabbed the spoon again, and finished eating before it decided to float away next time. When I was done, I leaned back, rubbing my temples. “So, what now? You got some brilliant demonic plan for us?” 《You wait.》 I sighed. As expected. Then something caught my eye. Beyond the window—far out on the water—tiny pinpricks of light were moving. Lanterns. Dozens. No, hundreds.

At the end of the street, where the road curved around the side of a MOT garage, the light on the lamppost was flickering. It blinked. On and off. On and off. The light flared for a second, so bright that I had to squint and turn my head a little to shield from the glare, and then with a loud pop, the bulb blew. A shower of sparks and glass arched up into the air and stopped. Just stopped. I could see the shards of glass suspended there, moonlight refracting through them, sharp lines of light cutting through the air, surrounded by a Catherine Wheel of sparks. Seconds passed and nothing moved, but a rumble of thunder rolled overhead, the sound increasing in volume.

Behind Mount Aether lay a secluded valley with treacherous, steep terrain, rendering it inaccessible to ordinary folk. Only Adrian, at this moment, ventured here alone. Navigating through rugged rocky terrain, he reached the valley's deepest recesses. Darkness enveloped the surroundings, punctuated by faint phosphorescent lights rising from the depths, casting an eerie ambiance. Adrian found the scene intriguing. Suddenly, the phosphorescent lights seemed to detect his presence, converging toward him in a slow but deliberate manner as if intending to ensnare him with their mysterious power. Sensing the impending danger, Adrian observed the lights forming a vast formation, threatening to diso

Somewhere in the city, metal groaned, a sound like entire towers shifting. Emma staggered to the window and peered out. The skyline was gone. The blackout had swallowed every light, leaving only jagged silhouettes against a starless sky. And then—slowly—points of blue shimmered to life across the horizon. Not electricity. Not fire. Something else. “Look,” Emma whispered. Clusters of pale, shifting light floated above buildings, drifting like phosphorescent clouds. They pulsed in rhythm with the faint vibration under her feet. Lira stepped beside her, gaze distant. “It’s rewriting.”

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.

The crimson light from the crack shone brightly, casting shadows across the jagged remains surrounding us. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't take my gaze away from the earth's fracture. The light was more than simply a glow; it moved like liquid fire, bringing whispers and brief visions that made my stomach churn. Shadows swirled in the depths, creating shapes—twisted, half-formed entities that appeared to become closer with each passing second.