Action Light Novels & Stories

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

"Are you going up?" "No. I installed a remote switch. Efficiency." He pulled a small remote from his pocket. It looked like a garage door opener. "Ready?" Cale asked. "Ready." Cale pressed the button. Click. Above them, in the glass lantern room, a light flared. It started dim, a warm yellow glow. Then it brightened. It turned white. Brilliant. Blinding. The motor whirred. The lens began to rotate. A beam of light cut through the twilight. It swept out over the ocean, hitting the waves, illuminating the whitecaps.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

Coloured light and flags were strung across the streets making the world seem magical. The city is beautiful, " Albus said from the back seat, his face glued to the door window. Probably leaving a nose mark. Legolas could see the discomfort on Manny's face while watching Albus. "The alpha came up with so many ideas on how to light the place up, but the pack liked these the best. They were powered by the pack when they trained. Using the weight and treadmill powered the machinery. If they didn't then a few packs would go to the surface and use the Sun's energy to fill out battery packs," Manny explained.

“It roars.” “It hums,” I said. “And that’s good. Humming means functioning.” “Humming means hungry.” “Your frame of reference is broken.” I flicked the headlights on. He recoiled. “They glow like the ring.” “They are LED.” “I thought that was the demon rectangle.” “That’s also LED.” “Why do your lights all bear the same name?” he demanded. “Are they related?” “They’re… diodes.” “That explains nothing.” “Good,” I said. “Welcome to modern technology.”

Each light, in the location flashes every seven seconds as if the city is winking at us via the electrical cables. Upstairs Isla is asleep wrapped in three blankets and Alexander’s worn Marine jacket the melted-token bracelet grasped tightly in her hand. Her breathing remains calm yet with each exhale the line, beneath her collarbone glows briefly resembling a lighthouse signaling ships to avoid danger. Or calling them in. I have gone without sleep for four days. None of us has. We alternate keeping vigil over her feeling her ensuring she remains warm tangible still ours.

She tried to focus on what to do if was about to face some kind of monster, but the fear seemed to drown it all out. After a few seconds that seemed to be an eternity, Miyuki felt her back touch the wall of the building, and her eyes, gradually accustomed to the darkness around them, begin to perceive a silhouette that resembled a human, standing in front of her. Suddenly, the paralysis she felt left her and Miyuki stretched hand up and a ball of light appeared in it, allowing her to illuminate the darkness. When her eyes saw the person in front, she understood why the fear suddenly left her. Miyuki sensed the familiar aura way before her eyes sent the information to the brain. It was Aoi, h

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

He swept the cloth away with one hand and gently laid Nova down. She looked pale. Too pale. "Lights," Altair ordered out of habit. Nothing happened. "Damn it," he whispered. He fumbled in his pockets. His phone was smashed. He patted his jacket and found the gold lighter he had taken from the auction table—a souvenir from Viper. He flicked it. A small flame danced, illuminating the room. He saw an oil lamp on a side table. He prayed there was still fuel. He touched the flame to the wick.

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.