How To Make A Light Novels & Stories

LUNA'S POV Maya zipped up the dress I was putting on. It was a peach-colored dress. It was sleeveless and dropped down to mid-thigh. I still didn't remember agreeing to accompany Maya to a party but she insisted I did. I looked at my dresser and all my jewelry was scattered, even my make-up bag was open. I did a little twirl in front of the mirror and the flared skirt of my dress bounced. She looked at me with satisfaction. "I did one hell of a good job with you," She deepened her smile. "You look like a million bucks."

Her little bottle of light. Brighter and brighter the vial shines until its brightness matches the sun, Leneve crushes it in her palm, and bright particles of light sprinkle into the air, finding their way to the rotating ball of blood. The dagger of death shakes on the table, pulling itself up right until it stands and spins on its tip. The females chant louder, the blood ball spins faster as the light attaches to it, becoming a bright ball, like a mini sun. As the girl’s chant and the dagger spins, the room begins to shake then the blood ball suddenly explodes releasing an invisible gust of wind.

Raw materials that are used for the lighting are scattered on the ground as people are still halfway in creating their lanterns. Different shades of Autumn are painted on the paper covering, while a family of three and four crowded together, ready for the lighting. “We all should be ready too,” Fish advised, as he strolled towards us with an orange and red lantern held by both of his hands. “Wow,” Luna exclaimed as soon as he reached us. She took the lantern from Fish’s hold, embracing it with her petite hands. The lights then slowly diminished, hinting to us that what we’re waiting for is going to start. When the lights from the posts and decorations ceased, David lighted the lantern for Lu

Here she was going to have to do the work herself. “I was planning an aesthetic picnic area to provide refreshments that would double as a photo zone,” Melissa admitted. “The light isn’t as good as I was hoping. It’s a bit grey today.” “You can add some fairy lights and fake candles,” Clara suggested. “It would warm up the lighting.” Melissa snapped her fingers. “That’s a really good idea. I’ll send someone out to buy them now. Thanks for the idea, Clarissa.”

With a slightly tired smile on his face, he looked at the arc of light less than two meters long in his hand. Next, Caspian exerted a little force, and the arc light clicked, turning into countless light spots like fireflies, flying away toward the surroundings. In the end, only a small sword light tinier than a palm was left, and it slowly fell from mid-air to Caspian's palm.

she whispered like it was a dungeon where I buried the bodies. I flipped on the overhead light and she smiled. I held up a finger, walked forward, and flipped on the kitchen light. They were LED and used little energy. The steps didn’t have a light but using a solar one, I started down. There were only five stairs, each a little taller than standard steps.

I ate methodically, glancing occasionally at the empty chair across from me. As I finished my tea, I noticed the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a perfect rectangle of light on the bare white wall. Something about the quality of the light caught my attention—the way it refracted, the subtle rainbow at its edges. I stared at it for several minutes, an idea forming in my mind. Without fully understanding my own impulse, I went to my studio and retrieved a transparent acrylic board and a small carving knife. My hands moved almost automatically, scoring precise lines into the clear surface. Each cut was deliberate, creating patterns that would catch and bend lig

I can do that,” I said, giving her a confident smile. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stretched out my hands so I could feel the breeze wrapping around every ounce of my body including my fingertips. I imagined the warmth of light hitting my features and forming around me like a cocoon of power and radiance. I imagined the streetlights shining down on me and hitting me with their glorious light. The light covers me and the shells around me, only to glow brighter and become more powerful. The light detaches from the streetlamps and becomes one with my body. Though my eyes were closed, I imagined myself glowing and becoming one with that light. I felt my mother taking a step away; I

Zeus picks up a sword that is shining so bright it is hard to look at. “I finally found the right incantation to transfer the light from the glow worms into the swords. I did the same for spears.” Holly walks towards the last object which is a black ball, “What is that?” Zeus quickly holds her back, “Careful, that is a light bomb. I mixed light magic with gunpowder so when the bomb hits a surface it becomes an explosion of light.” Nolan looks at Zeus impressed, “You have outdone yourself, Zeus. Can we test them?”

The cold floor sent chills through the soles of my feet as I walked quietly, doing my best not to make a sound. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed a soft light glowing from the kitchen. Low voices echoed through the hallway, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying from where I stood. I crept closer, careful with each step, until I was just outside the kitchen door.