Hundred Light Novels & Stories

Light said. In the heart of the hidden sanctuary, where secrets and shadows intertwined, a complex tapestry of emotions played out within Athena's heart. As the soft light of the ethereal crystals cast dancing patterns on the walls, Athena stood facing Light, her gaze holding a mix of sincerity and deception. Light's eyes searched Athena's face, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Athena," she repeated again,, her voice gentle yet probing, "I've noticed how you stand by Ardolf's side. There's an intensity in your eyes when you look at him. Is there something more between you two?"

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A blinking red light on top. 3... 2... 1…. Everything went white.

Luna Joanna falls into step beside Clover, her presence a calming counterpoint to the tension radiating from the men. "Your dress is lovely," she says softly. "The silver threads honour our traditions beautifully." "Thank you, Luna," Clover responds, grateful for the simple kindness after a day of emotional upheaval. She feels her wolf stirring more insistently now, responding to the proximity of the ceremonial grounds where generations of Kirkwood wolves have first shifted.

The light surged forward, enveloping Prototype One, and then Prototype Two. The baseline connection between the three entities suddenly flared with blinding brilliance. A massive, intricate web of glowing silver threads stretched across the span of the clearing, visible to the naked human eye for the first time in history. It was a beautiful, fragile, and stunningly real network of pure light.

Mila eyed me and said quietly, "Julian wants handmade pottery made for his show next month. Make him a piece in the next couple days." I'd learnt pottery and was basically a master at it, but it would take time and energy. And in the days leading to my forty-sixth death, Milla had me work day and night as a joke. My eyes were damaged while I died at midnight from overworking, and my sight remained poor even after I was revived. The doctor told me not to work, and Mila knew about it—she just didn't care. Still, I turned to smile at Mila tenderly with a look of pure, endless love. "Okay, I will."

Three years later, today, I left silently with my small, shabby bag. The lights of the manor behind me gradually dimmed, as if that moon had never briefly shone in my life at all.

However, as I neared the staircase, a kid came barreling towards me. In that split second, I tumbled down the stairs. Agony ripped through my belly, and as I stared at the dark red liquid spreading on the floor, darkness closed in. ... Marvin stood in the sterile hospital corridor, staring at a lifeless form under a stark white sheet. He read the doctor's report, each word a leaden weight. He cursed his knowledge of the words, cursed his own feeble strength. He had clung to hope, believing time would heal.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

Chapter 46 The Lumina facility gleamed like a futuristic city of glass and steel. Every inch of the factory was a testament to the groundbreaking work happening within its walls. The building’s sleek exterior mirrored the cutting-edge technology inside, with polished chrome beams reflecting the sunlight that filtered through the glass panels. Automated gates opened seamlessly as Mr. Harrington, Evelyn, Carlos, and Mr. Caldwell entered, their footsteps echoing on the pristine, white floors.