Amina Of The Lamp Novels & Stories

Isabella snapped, tossing a bolt of silk to the floor. “Use Lyon Silk from France.” “And make sure the lighting uses pure beeswax candles not those eye-sore LED lamps.” Liora stood in the doorway, watching the waste unfold. “The LED lighting you call an eyesore is integrated with Azure’s security system, Isabella.” “If you replace it with candles, you’ll create blind spots in the heat sensors.” Isabella turned, holding a rare Ming Dynasty porcelain vase. “Oh, Liora. You’re always thinking about sensors and security.”

Because I am right here beside her. I caught a glimpse of the moon lamp placed on top of the table near the bed. The lamp produces a dimmed yellow light in one part of the room. The light is not too much but just enough for me to see their faces in the dark. I observed how the yellow light softly shines alone in one corner of the dark room.

"You know? I met a girl, she has the face of an angel and her eyes! They look like sparkling jewels. Her voice is like the sweetest of honey," In the dark room a man in black hood sat before a table over which a body lied under a Snow White sheet, the face was fully covered so it was not visible for who it was. There was only a single light in the room and that was just over the dead body, only the hands of the hooded man could be seen in which he was holding a dagger a very uniquely designed scary dagger.

It was different, that wasn't the same light fitting she saw when Eric showed her to her room, that was a pretty little chandelier, this one was brass coloured, a large ring with two other rings wrapped around it with little LED lights embedded into the metal. Amelia turned her head towards the window, or where the window was supposed to be. She never managed to look more than a foot above the pillow. Sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile considered her confusion. Gasping in shock and horror, Amelia shot her head to the right to see Nick resting his head on his crooked elbow and showing a broad smile.

She heard Damon’s exasperated sigh. “Ah, I forgot.” A sound like clicking was heard and suddenly, Anna saw a golden hued lamp on the side being switched on. She finally saw Damon, who sat in one of the armchairs by the corner near the lamp and he gestured to the opposite armchair, between them a coffee table. She walked over there and sat down. “I usually don’t like the lights in,” Damon explained, by way of apology. “It affects my eyes, you see.” She nodded awkwardly as he removed his glasses and finally, Anna could see his eyes.

He felt a low vibration in the tree-trunk, he lay both of his hands. “Luan?!” he calls. “My Dear moonlight” he said. A string of light came out from Aelius pinky, then climb up until it reaches the treetop. In the road of darkness, Stella saw a string of light wrapped around her pinky. Then another string of light appeared from the direction of Aelius. It was as if, he is reaching out for her.

There were letters written on it. It says; the daughter I’m proud of, Amaia. I love you more than anything. The tears fell from my eyes. “He gave it to mark and told him to give it to you. They came here to get the lamp of sacrifice.” “The life you talked about, the life in the lamp was his life. Wasn’t it?” “Yes.” “I thought so, I’d suspect that when I asked you about the lamp. I became even more suspicious when I heard his voice. And talked to me. And now...” I sniffed.

Sophia’s living room was bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced on the walls like whispers of desire. The air was thick with the scent of lavender from the candles she had lit earlier, a subtle yet intoxicating reminder of the evening’s intentions. Her couch, a plush haven of comfort, was the centerpiece of this intimate setting, and it was here that Alexander found himself, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

The healer said, and both Liam and I nodded. The infirmary was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and blood. I could still see the bandage despite her laying down. There was blood on it and I knew that the nurses have taken care of most of the injury, but it was going to need to heal on its own from here. I sat beside Amelia’s bed, my hand resting lightly on the edge of the mattress. She stirred, lashes fluttering, and for a moment she looked like a frightened child instead of the fierce and rebellious maid that I knew.

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.