Law Light Novels & Stories

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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 library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.

However, she could not imagine the scene where the Eastern Guardian could use the Ninth Dark Divine Light to kill itself. "Well, look at this mirror and you'll understand," Chase said as he once again condensed dark energy into a concave ice mirror. He then directed a beam of Ninth Dark Divine Light onto it, which was reflected and flew into the distance. "I see! How brilliant!" Theo could not help but applaud in admiration. Only then did everyone realize that no matter how powerful the Ninth Dark Divine Light was, it was still a beam of light that could be completely reflected by an absolutely smooth surface like a mirror.

"Yes, continue." "Well, as you know, sunlight is broken down into three types of light: visible light, ultraviolet light, and infrared radiation," I began. "Then, I started isolating the forms of light. Visible light has no effect on vampires, or else they would burst into flames under a light bulb. As for ultraviolet light, vampires would also burst into flames under florescent or ultraviolet light if it was the case, and they don't." "Which leaves infrared radiation," Dr. Ryan finished, nodding. "You are brilliant, Dr. Reynolds."

Atticus narrowed his eyes and studied me. "What is Lugh light?" I asked curiously. Sawyer chuckled, "Lugh is the Irish God of light and that flash you do is called Lugh light. It is a very rare gift…" "And something that your mother has given you because I can not do it," Atticus said while rubbing his chin in thought.

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

The light's intensity was staggering, piercing through the dimness of the room like a miniature sun. I winced, squinting to protect my eyes from the radiant glow, which seemed to be growing brighter by the second. I glanced over at Raphael, noticing that he, too, was shielding his eyes from the intense light. But before we could even adjust to the glare, the white light suddenly burst outward, exploding into a brilliant, all-encompassing radiance that filled the entire room.