Action Light Novels & Stories

Because now she felt like he was almost like Jake. Maybe all brothers were similar. Marvin found some Arclights and gave them to Lia and Aster. Lia had Arclights. The True Hate fans had their light stick called Arclight. It was a mushroom that had mood lighting. It could sense the nearest nightstick and form a shade that was not the same but complementary to it. It made everyone's Arclight look as if they were staring at a rainbow. Aster had an Arclight too. He just tweaked it so fast that no one understood.

Enzo said. "Then you’re a dead man driving a hearse." Miller began to raise the shotgun. I didn't wait for Enzo to fire. I reached for the SUV’s light bar controller on the dash—a row of heavy-duty toggle switches used for off-road navigation. I flipped all six of them at once. Six thousand lumens of ultra-white LED light exploded from the roof of the Suburban.

"Claire, Your Light ability will be very rare in the near future. And the use of light ability except for being used as a light to light the darkness, it can also use in healing. The light ability user can heal any kind of mortal injuries once they reach level six high rank. While once you step in level seven you can already heal a person with a one hour old scrath wound from zombies to prevent them into turning into one, but once you reach the level ten, you can already heal a person who gotten bite by zombie who did not passed yet thirty minutes old. The higher you reach in cultivating your light ability level the more useful your ability is. So, From now on, you must prioritise in cultiv

Just then, a frown crosses Jacob’s face as he notices something unusual: Alphatech isn’t lit. Thing is, Alphatech has the brightest light in the whole district; a feat aided by the fact that the whole building’s lined with fluorescent materials which is further projected better with the building’s glass structure. That light makes Alphatech almost the metaphorical sun in the midst of the planets of the other district buildings. However, that sun isn’t shining that night. Quick as a flash, Jacob brings out his phone and speed-dials his HOO, waiting for a second for the man’s familiar voice to come through.

Cal watched the NARC teams pry boards off windows and doors so that they could enter. The noise of yelling, howling, and fighting echoed through the darkened openings. One thing the human police couldn’t get over were the flashlights that enforcers generally used. They weren’t the traditional white light flashlights, but a green light. With night sight being an issue, the green light caused less disruption when adjusting between light and no light for shifters at least.

As the door creaked open and a dazzling expanse of light emerged, a gentle hum filled the air. Iris took a hesitant step forward, shielding her eyes. For a moment, she felt a connection—a link tugging at her soul—as the light surrounded her. "Aiden," she said, his presence subtle but evident. Her heart tightened. The danger was as close as he was. The Light-Based Attack The warmth became unbearable as she moved farther into the light, the air getting heavier with every breath. She hesitated, her senses alert. Behind her, there was a little growl.

There are pearl lights decorations on the ceilings, providing equal brightness for the hallway and the room at the end. Pearl Lights are the rune device which activate with mana. They are connected to a single switch that has to be recharged on certain times, but they can be activated or deactivated with just a tweak of mana. They are used for, like its name, lighting, and it’s usually used indoors.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Seven said, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Maya looked through the back of the truck. Far below them, winding up the serpentine road they had just conquered, were two pairs of headlights. They weren't the warm, yellow glow of old halogen bulbs. They were the sharp, piercing white of Sterling tactical LEDs. "Reclaimers," Seven hissed. "They must have tracked the heat signature of the engine before it choked." "How much time?" Thorne asked, his voice trembling.

She looked down at the dashboard. A red light was blinking. “What is that?” she asked. “What?” “That red light. It’s flashing,” she said as she walked to him. She pointed at it. A.J. looked down. “Damn!” he shouted with frustration – and a hint of panic. “What is it?” He looked away uncomfortably. “Will you please tell me what’s going on? Please,” Caitlin stressed. “All right. I’m not going to lie to you,” he said as he glanced her way quickly. “The light means we’re taking on water – in the engine room so we’re clear.”