Action Light Novels & Stories

They’ve reached the ninth floor already. They find themselves in a warm-impressed room. A light yellow wall, colorful piled floor, and big windows gone through by that blue Lune illumination, yet the room isn’t illuminated by that blue illumination. The room is like illuminated by LED ones like in a department store. The windows might have been enchanted that any light that goes through it will be converted into a white one that they illuminate the room with white light.

“Yes. Even though she appeared as your naked body, her voice and more so her eyes ensured no mistaking her for you or Emilia.” I suppose that makes sense. “So we had parallel experiences. What was the color of Light’s eyes?” I asked. “Bright silver, shining like the moon. They darkened and brightened with her mood. What about Darkness?” Alec cocked his head. “The blinding yellow-orange of the sun. Sometimes it was hard to look him in the eyes, like looking into the sun. Strange given he’s Darkness. I would have thought his eyes would be dark or like the moon.” I frowned.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

The man took a single bite, because the traffic light had been green again. "Now, I want it because you have taken a bite first."

"So you wanna come with me?" Oliver asked, the whole place is full of light. The lighting in here is automated. Because the outside if fully dark on where you can no longer see what is outside, the mechanism on this place where Oliver made all the vehicles he owns reside started to open its lights. That makes the place fully visible to the point that one can see how wide this place is. "It is dark outside and it is not a good thing to bring you. Who knows if you will be a naughty kid and do some things that will surely hinder all of my plans..."

How her Guardian, Elliott Sanderson, was ever going to make it through the smaller passage, she wasn’t sure, but she thought it might be fun to watch. “Moist. That’s the word that comes to mind. It smells moist in here,” he said only to her through his IAC, or Intelligence Assistance Communicator, a tiny chip each member of the LIGHTS (Lincoln International Guardian and Hunter Training Station) team had in their eye so that they could speak to each other and share other information without actually having to open their mouths. “Don’t use that word,” Cadence said, bile rising up in the back of her throat at the offense. “That’s the most disgusting word in the English language.”

I couldn't get a full breath. "Hello? Anyone? I swear to God, if this is a prank, it's not funny." Then I heard it… the snickers from the darkness. It continued, then it came from everywhere. "Let me out of here this instant!" Once I said that, the lights came on from every corner. The lights were 50,000-lumen corn bulbs. Fixed strategically in every part of the room. It was too bright, all of them. My eyes burned. I squeezed them shut and still saw red through my lids.

The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays. - I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]