Just Light Novels & Stories

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The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.

Their horses standing in the cold with only a small blanket around them. Darkness around her. Only a small inch of light shone though a small crack on the wall. The light from the house where Roman was. Mia was lying on the cold floor. Lifeless. The sound of the door opening echoed through the hall. Roman made his way towards her cage. Making sure she was unconscious before entering the cell.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

The warmth of his skin burned my system, making me feel alive. “We're not riding your monster of a bike?” I asked when we began to walk. He shook his head and glanced at my direction. “It's just you and me tonight.” And that was enough to say that I was captivated by him. I barely know him yet he managed to sweep me off of my feet. We enjoyed the cool breeze of the night and the simple conversation we had along the way. Unlike the other two clubs I've been in the previous nights, this one was not loud and jampacked. The purple neon lights read Sphere and there was no long line of people waiting to have their turn inside. True to his words, we'll definitely have the night to ourselves.

Mason My eyes are focused on the warm orange hues, flickering from the candlelights. The dancing flames conveys a sense of gentleness, warmth and coziness. The golden orange lights radiate in the bathroom beautifully, casting a warm glow on our bodies. My fingertips are cold but they caress the L.J craving on my bracelet, my mind wandering.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

The door opened slowly with a slight creak and light flooded into the room, pooling on the floorboards. I hadn't realized but the room was very dark owing to the fact that I hadn't bothered turning on the lights at all. Justin stood at the doorway, a questioning look on his face, as if wondering why the room was so dark. "Why is it so dark?" he voiced. "It's brighter than your future," I joked weakly, and he gave me a look. He flicked the light switch on swiftly with a finger, and the room combusted. I raised a hand and put it in front of my face, trying to block the light.

I was immediately engulfed in darkness when I followed them inside. It's as if it's drowning me all over again. I should've just stayed outside. Liam calmed me down a little by opening a lampshade on the side of his bed. I'm fine as long as there's light... I hope... "Can't you turn on all the lights, Liam? It's so gloomy in here." Where is Maddison? Perhaps she was just nearby and can only be seen once his mother switched on the light. Liam's canary yellow light on the side of his bed is the only source of light.

I couldn't get a full breath. "Hello? Anyone? I swear to God, if this is a prank, it's not funny." Then I heard it… the snickers from the darkness. It continued, then it came from everywhere. "Let me out of here this instant!" Once I said that, the lights came on from every corner. The lights were 50,000-lumen corn bulbs. Fixed strategically in every part of the room. It was too bright, all of them. My eyes burned. I squeezed them shut and still saw red through my lids.