Just Light Novels & Stories

Returning my gaze back to the rock in my hands I'm to connect with it? I feel ridiculous. “Please put off the false lights, I believe it is distracting the Silver one” I swallow a laugh, false light? He talks really weirdly. Lily who hasn’t let up with her flashlight dimmed it and then turned it off completely. As the flashlight went out, the rock in my hand suddenly glows brighter I nearly drop it in surprise, it is not bright enough to be blinding or to illuminate a completely dark room but quiet, bright. The soft light slips between my fingers and I stare at it, fascinated.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

Because I am right here beside her. I caught a glimpse of the moon lamp placed on top of the table near the bed. The lamp produces a dimmed yellow light in one part of the room. The light is not too much but just enough for me to see their faces in the dark. I observed how the yellow light softly shines alone in one corner of the dark room.

“It roars.” “It hums,” I said. “And that’s good. Humming means functioning.” “Humming means hungry.” “Your frame of reference is broken.” I flicked the headlights on. He recoiled. “They glow like the ring.” “They are LED.” “I thought that was the demon rectangle.” “That’s also LED.” “Why do your lights all bear the same name?” he demanded. “Are they related?” “They’re… diodes.” “That explains nothing.” “Good,” I said. “Welcome to modern technology.”

She said: “Světlo.” Not a babble. Not an approximation. A word, clearly shaped, directed at the light coming through the glass. Aiden turned from the counter. Grace looked up from her notebook. Their daughter looked at the window for another moment. Then she looked at the lamp on the counter and said it again: “Světlo.” Same word. Same quality of attention. A statement of fact about the world, offered to no one in particular, requiring no response. Then she went back to the toast.

Else. Something. Darker.

- Alice whispered from behind her back. Selene looked at the plant, her clasped hands raised over it. Then she closed her eyes and focused on the task. Selene felt a shiver flow from her shoulders to the outstretched hands and flow out. She opened her eyes and saw the green light flowing to the plant, which under its influence began to grow in the eyes. - Enough for now.- Rita whispered after a few minutes. Selene lowered her hands, the green light disappeared, and at the same moment the plant stopped growing.

No thank you, once was enough. Arbitrary, I lifted my tongue as the pill-warden whipped a small UV light from his pocket to shine into the back of my throat. Talk about excessive. “Dude, seriously, a UV light," I said with my mouth open. "Isn’t that like over the top? Whatever happened to a regular flashlight,” That earned me scowled from the big man over my shoulder and I guess a lecture. I stared at Legolas but his face remained impassive, it was trippy even creepy how this guy’s facial expression never changed.

“Probably before the stretch lights. We can do our homework at your house and then I can go home.” “Sounds like a plan best friend.”