Light Eng Novels & Stories

What else could I possibly do with such magic? “The skill to generate light outside your body.” Freya’s voice cut through my concentration and I closed my fist, letting the globe of light vanish into thin air. Perspiration beaded my forehead as I used the back of my hand to wipe at my face. The longer I held onto the light, the harder it was on my body. According to Freya, the light was my body turning the energy inside my veins into light energy. It seemed like pretty basic Physics class, however, no one told me that holding onto the light and keeping it glowing for more than ten seconds sucked the energy out of my body like a vacuum cleaner.

She drives me crazy. “Your lighter please,” He said and I took my lighter from my pocket and gave it to him without even looking at him. I know he is laughing at me now but I don’t care because I can’t help myself thinking about the lady that makes me crazy now. “You are out of your mind again, bro,” He said and took my lighter. “I hope she loves you too” He teases that makes me smile even without looking at him.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

I ask him, the tears drying up on their own, the anger, starting to show instead. "We're in Light&Fire academy," he repeats but that was enough to drive me insane, that place doesn't exist, we created it, I imagined it, I dreamt about it, but it's not a real place. "Paul, please tell me the truth, where are we?" I ask him again hoping for the truth this time. "Cinderella, you're Ella in the stories, and we're in Light&Fire academy," Paul says in the same calm voice, he doesn't sound childish anymore, he sounds like the ancient creature that he is.

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

I only did it if I had something urgent to talk to him about. "It's nothing. I just missed you and wanted to see what you were doing," I replied. Edgar shot a glance at someplace off-screen. He looked a little nervous. "I'm out having lunch with my colleague. I'll be heading back to the office soon." "I see. Well, I won't keep you any longer then," I said with a forced smile. "Once I get home from work, I'll take you and Nate out for some seafood tonight," Edgar said, his tone as gentle as ever.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

The question took me by surprise, though I tried not to let it show. I forced a small shrug, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "It’s fine." I focused on the glass in my hand, swirling the lemonade slightly as the reminder of the six-month arrangement settled over me.

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.