Light Heaven Novels & Stories

" The line went dead. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, tears dripping down the sides of my face. So that was it. Emily had been cheating on me way earlier than I ever imagined. And she went this far for Jake. I thought about the last few years. Her death made my entire life meaningless. The only way I could fall asleep was handful after handful of pills. Sleep was the only place I could still see her face. I remembered our wedding day. Emily said she was the happiest woman in the world. We'd been through so much together. But now, maybe because I was finally seeing things clearly, I just felt numb. I didn't even have the energy to hurt anymore.

His body collapsed weakly forward, his forehead coming to rest gently against the outer rim of the coffin. His vision began to fracture and fade, yet his eyes remained stubbornly half-open, staring fixedly at my face. “Iris... I... love you…” He forced out those final words with agonizing difficulty, and slowly closed his eyes forever. Dead silence returned once more to the church, save for a single beam of sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows, scattering mottled patterns of light across the coffin and Kaelen’s corpse. He believed that death would mark the beginning of our reunion.

I said in the calmest voice that I could muster up and then turned around to stomp out of the pack house. My heart was thudding with hurt but I was habitual of this pain now. There was only one sentence in Rhett’s dictionary for me- ‘Twilight is a troublemaker’. I fished out my phone from my pocket and called a number while taking one more person on the conference call. “Hey, Light.” a soft voice said. “Wassup.” the opposite of ‘soft’ voice said. Five hours and a half later room number 81 of Heaven Glaze Bar was dimly lit with blue- pink light but noisy with the sounds of two young girls’ ramblings and a man’s ear-splitting roar.

I must admit, the harmony between Gerard Butler's and Patrick Wilson's voices was quite beautiful. So do you end your days with me? Or do you send him to his grave? Why make her lie to you To save me? Angel of Music/Past the point of no return Who deserves this?/The final threshold/Christine say no! Don't throw your life away! Why do you curse mercy?/His life is now the prize which you must earn! I fought so hard to free you! You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me

They accompanied Ding Hao to enter the Highest Heaven and went with him to the Heaven Sabre - Peerless Sword Tower. The faint red glow above was slowly emitted through the stone lantern. The light seemed to have a magical power that was emitted little by little. Like a sharp sword, it pierced through the dim space of the Seventh Heaven like strands of substance, soon spreading all over the Seventh Heaven area. It even cut through the hard ground and was transmitted to the Sixth and Fifth Heaven below... Soon, the Seventh Heaven and the space below it were completely illuminated by the red light. A strange rhythm and throbbing began to spread throughout the entire giant city of the Highest He

Lyra — POV Light swallows everything. Not warm light. Not divine light. Not a light that heals. A light that annihilates. It floods the divine plane like a star going supernova, tearing through shadow and god-flesh and memory. I’m weightless and burning and infinite all at once. Cain’s hand in mine is the only real thing left, the only anchor keeping me from dissolving into the light. The Goddess is speaking—but her words bend and echo, warped by the power detonating through us.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

We were falling deeper into the unforeseen that lie beyond us, and then I heard whispered different Claire shriek, it was like lightning, a flash came and held out our bodies from hitting the ground with the force we carried. Claire's voice was stable and I was still recovering from the light that made everything blaze but my eyes. “Are we in heaven?” She asked as he rubbed her hands on her body, heaven knows what she was trying to verify. “Heaven will vomit you out if you think you can enter one.” I soar at her rather hard.

​The sky didn’t tear; it unzipped. It was a surgical, clinical sound—the noise of a high-end garment being opened by a cold, metallic hand. The perfect blue of the 401st Chapter, the sky Kael had sacrificed his very existence to paint, was being peeled back to reveal a grid of glowing violet neon and sterile white light. ​"Nora, get to the Cradle!" Elia screamed, her voice cracking as the peaceful meadow began to vibrate with the hum of a thousand synchronized engines.

CHAPTER 70— CONTAINMENT POV: Ezra The sky turns into a machine. Not a metaphor. A literal one. The halo above Earth ignites like a ring of newborn suns, stretching from horizon to horizon. Light pours down from orbit in perfectly measured beams, connecting thousands of invisible points across the atmosphere. It looks beautiful. It looks terrifying. And it is very clearly aimed at the angel. Severiel hovers above the flooded street, wings half-spread, staring upward like someone watching a clever animal attempt a trick.