Just Light Novels & Stories

'System, upgrade me now!' The instant that low command echoed through the depths of Jake's mind, the Level 6 vehicle blueprint sank into the black motorhome along with the materials. The next second, an unprecedented column of golden light burst outward with the motorhome at its center. The light was so intense it tore straight through the perpetual haze and gunsmoke hanging over Crucible City, like a blade thrust into the heavens. "Ugh! My eyes!" The lone players squinted, some throwing up a hand to shield their faces from the blinding glare.

“He’s better now. He had a fever, but it’s gone. He’s strong. The bullet didn’t go too deep, but it damaged some tissue and tendons. We’ll have to see how well he’ll be able to move his hand.” “Could he have trouble moving it?” “The doctor said he’ll need therapy. But as soon as he gets a little stronger, we’re going back to Scotland and he’ll continue his treatment there. I trust the medical care there more.” “Yes, of course.” Melano did not like hearing that, but she knew Amanda was right. Alistair slowly opened his eyes. “Melano...” he whispered. “Is that you? How are you, my love?” “Alistair, I’m fine. But I was so worried about you. Thank God you survived. I don't know what I would have

“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.

The assistant glanced back just as the car drove into a tunnel. The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. All she could make out was his hands resting on his knees. He casually flicked a lighter on and off. The lighter was plain silver-white, with no fancy patterns or brand names. It was just a simple, old-school flip lighter. The only thing that stood out was the orange gem at the bottom. It shone like the last glow of a sunset.

We only communicate through text or call. I checked my phone but my inbox is silent as always. Light's name however is at the top and his last message is somewhat dominating my inbox. I don't want to reply because I don't want him to think that I somehow care about his whereabouts. L: Can't wait to see you, wife. Take care.

He looked at the door, then glanced back at me briefly as if he remembered something trivial, and said: "It’s easy." He slowly raised his hand. At first, nothing happened, but suddenly a faint yellow light appeared in his palm, like a small spark born in the darkness. But it didn’t stay that way; it began to grow, intensify, and become brighter until it turned into a pulsating ball of light. The light was so strong that I closed my eyes involuntarily. I felt a slight sting in them, as if the light was piercing through them.

Encourages them to try to get away with all sorts of arseholery. I sat down on what I assumed was the ground — it was hard to get your bearings in the dark — and made a ball of light of my own. It didn’t reveal much, just made the darkness a bit more shiny. “Is the red light compulsory?” I asked. “It’s hard to tell you apart.” I made my ball of white light go through the spectrum as a way to demonstrate. It may have come across as slightly condescending, like talking loudly at a foreigner to make them understand better. Pretty colours, though.

With the two gears now linked, I place them on a piece of machinery. "Hopefully this works," I say, placing the machinery on my table. Looking to my left, I grab my lighting maker. I think QuickShot told me it's called a generator, but I prefer to think of it as a lighting maker. After all, back home, the only thing that can make power like this is a bolt of lighting.

"Ooh, it's dark in here. Fancy a quickie?" I chuckled. "Lee, we should probably turn on the light." "Oh alright." He flicked the switch. "SURPRISE!"

"Couldn't have asked for a better night." Levy chuckled, a low, rich sound. "I'm glad to hear it. Come, join me." He gestured to the table. "I was just about to get some light into this corner. The pack prefers the natural light of the rising sun, but sometimes, a bit of focused illumination is needed for… contemplation."