Bleaching Light Novels & Stories

Then she looked at Alexander. “And everything you feel too.” Alexander’s breathing shattered. “Then you know I can’t lose you.” Lena smiled sadly. “That’s why I can’t let either of you fight this part.” The blue light intensified— rising from her chest like fire— expanding until the entire laboratory glowed sky-blue. The Helion Units screamed as their circuits fried. The beast’s body dissolved into sparks. The walls cracked open. Kass screamed over the chaos: “YOU’LL DESTROY YOURSELF, LENAAAAA—!!”

"LED or Tungsten?" Elion squinted at the lights. They were big, heavy cans on stands. "I don't know. They look... bright. Orange-ish." "Tungsten," Cale identified. "High heat output. Keep distance." "They're ten feet away from the bench," Elion estimated. "We're clear." "Okay," Cale exhaled, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch. "The perimeter sounds acceptable. Proceed to the target." Elion pushed the wheelchair down the mulch path. The wheels bogged down slightly, but he powered through. He parked Cale next to a white iron bench surrounded by flowering lantana.

Light burned. Not like a flashbang—no sharp spike, no merciful afterimage. It was a steady clinical wash that flattened everything, leaving nowhere for shadows to gather. The ceiling above her eyes was an unbroken field of white, too bright, too smooth. Lys blinked. The world staggered into focus in pieces. Ceiling first. Then, a strip of recessed lights humming faintly overhead. Then, the blur of a wall in her peripheral vision, the hard outline of a door at the far end of the room.

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.”

I whispered, my knees trembling as around a dozen shadow-spiders loomed over me, their spindly legs ready to pin me down. But then the world suddenly turned white. A beam of pure, blinding light pierced through the black fog like a spear. It didn’t just light up the glade; it disintegrated everything it touched. The shadow-spiders shrieked, dissolving into ash right before my eyes. The sickly green light in the eyes of the undead shifters snuffed out instantly as the beams zapped through their ranks, killing the shadow creatures left and right.

"Untouchable. I like the sound of that. What do you think, Laurent? Can we drape the entire nave in Vatican White?" ​Laurent tapped his chin, his eyes darting between the couple. "It is a bold choice, Monsieur. It requires immense lighting—cool tones, blue filters—to ensure it doesn't look flat. It will create a glow that is... almost blinding. It will make the guests feel as though they have stepped into another realm." ​"Perfect," Julian said. "Blinding light. I want everyone—the press, the families, the donors—to feel like they’re looking at something divine."

Why is it so dark? The glass door at the end of the hall had an indoor pool behind it with some chairs. It was dark and I couldn’t see much. I opened the door and walked into the room, the chlorine smell masks that wonderful smell of this apartment type place. The pool had some type of led lighting that made the water glow a light blue. I was standing at the ledge and I turned with the sudden sound of the door closing, it was heavy so it couldn’t have closed on its own.

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.