I Can See Light Tangled Novels & Stories

The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage. She knew he was near before she even saw him. A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.

When I got to my room, I checked my phone, and there was a message from my GF: a photo of her sitting in her bed, naked, with her legs crossed just enough to block the view and her hands covering her breasts, between which... there was a key hanging on a neck chain. I knew it was THAT key, the one I needed... I threw my clothes off and ran into the shower, putting the phone on a rack in the shower cabin, setting it so the screen wouldn't turn off. I ran the water and just looked, starting to tug on the cage. It was tight—so tight that I saw my balls turning a way darker color. I felt how my suppressed erection was making the cage pull a bit on my balls, and to my surprise, it got me even hor

Phil, on the other hand, was not done with her. "Light magic: Light tether," he again said silently and flicked his fingers behind his back, where his hands had been all along, and as the woman was still screaming and moving here and there confusedly without knowing where she was going, she felt something tie her legs and when she tried lifting her leg so that she could move, she stumbled and fell. The scene was so funny that some snickered although others, including Phil, swallowed their laughs and Phil kept it as a note to laugh later. It was hurting his ribs to keep all the laughter bottled up.

I begged. "Little Tara, the fun hasn't even began. Let's turn on the lights shall we?" He asked and clapped his hands twice. I closed my eyes from the light. It hurt. After a while my eyes had adjusted to the light. When I opened my eyes there was nothing in the room. It was white everywhere. And there was a large mirror in front of me. It spread across the room. I could see myself. A blonde haired, blue eyed girl with a torn dress and chained to the ground with blood on the left side of her face.

She drew closer to Taynor wanting to know if he had slept but on touching his shoulders a sharp bright light crossed through her eyes and she suddenly entered a trance. She found herself in a bright arena and she was confused on how she got there. She moved further into the arena and there, she saw a devastated building that the walls and some of the pillars had crumbled. The debris scattered all over the ground surface. She saw drops of blood on the ground and so she walked tracing the blood till she got into a corridor. She walked through carefully and got to a room door which was half open. Curious, she entered. There was a man possessing white hair who was chained across the room, then a

Faint, hazy, golden light bleeds through the blackness. My breath catches. Shapes begin to form... tall, shimmering columns... flickering points of light that must be candles or chandeliers. Colours bleed in slowly, like watercolours on wet paper. Deep reds. Golds. Silvery whites. The lights burn, hurting my eyes. It feels...wrong. I blink hard and the shapes sharpen. I can see the vague outline of a man holding me. Intimidating broad shoulders. Glossy long dark hair. An impressive jawline.

She came to realize what she heard from the people who encountered the most fearful moments in their lives was right–that something like this would happen out of too much fear, shock and trauma. All of sudden, a pure, white streak of light stuck out in the middle of the dark, giant wave. And then gradually, more and more of this began coming on the surface of the water. Surprisingly, they grow out of it like new, growing sprouts of plants. But as they grow bigger and longer, the light that used to surround each of them, went out. Only then, Tarah noticed they weren't just pure, white lights... They were tentacles! Giantic white tentacles!

But this time… I’m not the center. I’m just one of the threads. Shapes peel themselves out of the darkness, stretching like silhouettes being drawn by invisible hands. Three figures. Three lights. Three forces. And they begin to twist around one another slow, spiraling, magnetic. It’s not a collision. It’s a weaving. A braid of power. Moonfire curling around stormlight. Stormlight sparking inside golden flame. Gold binding moonlight into shape. And suddenly I see it. Not with eyes.

I keep pulling, finding knotted bits I will need to fix later, until I am crouched down, half inside the box. After several minutes, I find two ends and pull on them. They come out of the box easily, but when I try to stand up, I’m helplessly tangled in the twinkling white lights. Oh crap. I pull on the strands, but it somehow makes them tighter against my body, bringing my elbows to my sides. Oh no. This isn’t good. This must be what it feels like to be attacked by an octopus. I feel my heart beating harder at the thought of being confined by the makeshift restraints. “Kelleeerrrrrrr!! HELP!!!!” I yell, struggling to free myself from the confines of the twinkle lights that enamored me with

She didn’t even know when she ended up on the floor, or how her clothes had disappeared. It wasn’t until the cool, silky touch of the ribbons brushed against her skin that she snapped out of her daze—but it was far too late. The tiger already had her in its jaws—there was no escape now. So she gave up struggling, laying back on the sea of ribbons, peeking past the young master’s shoulder to watch the red strands descend like a net from the ceiling, enveloping the two of them. Tangled together in that passionate web, they were indistinguishable—like silkworms cocooning themselves in scarlet thread.