Another Light Novels & Stories

“And I also need a candle.” “Where the fuck are we going to find a candle?” Norman spat. “And what’s the mirror for?” “Just calm down, babe, okay?” Sounding a lot more excited to what was happening, Diwata held Norman’s hand. “Save your questions for later.” “Is a lighter going to work?” Idris bellowed eventually bringing out a lighter from the pocket of his pants. “Yes. As long as it produces fire, that’s more than enough.” Soraya rushed towards Mr. Lykaios nonchalantly snatching the lighter out of his hand.

“You're right, the smell is horrible.” Norma ignored the comment and continued to watch everything. The space was small but enough to accommodate a few pieces of furniture and a cupboard. The only light that illuminated it came from a rechargeable led lamp located on one of the walls. Norma could guess that the vampire who let them go and who came to "visit" the others would recharge it elsewhere and then take it there.

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

really looks like a corpse, lying quietly on the bed. Inside the bedroom, did not open the headlights, only opened the wall lamp above the bed, able to illuminate the saline bag with or without medicinal water, the wall lamp above the bed, in the end, can not play the role of the headlights, illuminated the side of the floor window to come. Under the floor window, dim, a lightning, just behind the man behind the floor window, the overhead splitting down, the lightning's blue aura, all of a sudden will be the floor window illuminated, the blue light, the man's handsome face, the light of the moment, more cold.

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Tears were threatening to stream down her face as she looked at the people in front of her. "Our side only did what was right, the Dark was revolting against us, they were causing mass destruction everywhere," one of them said. "Why exactly were they doing that?" She asked. "Prejudice, discrimination, the Dark is not evil, it's regarded as evil because you guys labeled it that way. You want peace? It can't be achieved unless the Light steps down. Only, when the light falls, will all the wars will be over," she added and grabbed one of them, smirked at their dumbfounded faces before disappearing into thin air.

She could now see the spots with more clarity and from the distance between her and those bright spots, it was debatable whether the source of light was electric bulbs or lanterns or pure fire. She had to await her judgment till she gets a bit closer to the scene. Martha just didn’t take her eyes off those spots as the car moved and looked forward to reaching to a point where she can discern her choice out of the three, whether the light was emitting from the bulb or a lantern or if it was pure fire. Another interesting thing she found about that light was that those multiple light spots were placed at equal length from each other, as this is what seemed to Martha from the distance. “This is

_______________________________________________________________________ Night light noun a lamp or candle providing a dim light during the night. "She slept with a night light because she was afriad of the darkness" __________________________________________________________________________ 17 / 08 / 2021 1 : 30am In a sudden jolt , as if lightening as struck my body – my eyes flew open. All I can see is pitch darkness , something that really scares me now. It is not really the darkness that scares the shit out of me , but rather it is what lurks in the darkness that scares me. My breathing is hoarse , and I am afraid that it may even alert my family that sleeps in the rooms just across m

“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

But as she did, her eyes caught a flickering light—faint, but steady. Her heart skipped a beat. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, covered in grime. With a shaky hand, she reached up and twisted the switch. The light flickered to life, casting a faint, yellowish glow over the room. The light was weak, barely enough to illuminate the dusty air, but it gave her a sense of hope.