Light Heaven Novels & Stories

I wanted to ask her questions about her relationship with the witch doctor, but I knew now was not a good time. “So, what were we talking about?” Esme asked, clearing her throat and getting the attention off herself. I bit back a grin, but then the memory of what we were discussing slammed into my mind and I felt the weight of it pushing me into the couch. “We were talking about the Heavenly Light,” Emmet informed her. “I’ve only ever heard of the Heavenly Light and never the Heavenly Heart. I was just trying to figure out why that was.” “Easy,” Esme said simply. “Alison didn’t want anyone to remember about the Heavenly Heart. Tessa’s mom cast a worldwide curse that made everyone forget abou

He simply asked, "Yocelyn, if I ever need your help one day—and I mean really need it, like an organ or something—would you be there for me?" Blinded by love, I nodded and said yes without a second thought. He looked into my eyes so intently, it was as if he was seeing someone else through them. Then he kissed me gently on the eye, whispering, "Your eyes are so beautiful." Looking back at it, I wonder… Did Samuel have his eye on my eyes from the very start? I was dead. The surgery was a success, but my body rejected it big time, and all my vitals hit rock bottom.

That night, the skies outside became a band of melodies; raging with a thunderstorm that could only be described as an omen. [The next morning Hevenly is seen dressed in a beautiful velvet dress made from Darkness that seemed me manifest as a solid object, a pair of high heels with long black stockings and a slit within the dress barely revealing her upper thigh. She intended to see to it that the seed she planted grew to its full bloom. This plane of Deidra was a very lush and beautiful forest almost untouched by any form of man-made structures.]

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

I asked quietly while I was with the Fingertips carefully sorted the tiny copper wires. “Everything,” he replied. His voice was hardly more than a rough whisper, an unmarried melancholy in itself. He slowly lifted his hand and left his rough Knuckle barely noticeably over my cheek. “I remember one Heaven that didn't burn. No plasma domes. No toxic clouds. Only deep, absolute blackness... and thousands of small, white lights.” “Stars,” I ran. I knew the word only from the forbidden, ancient books,

“Please… don’t—” Soren turned one last time, his face serene, radiant, eternal. “You taught me how to live again,” he said, the words almost lost to the wind. “Now let me make sure this world can, too.” He raised his hand — and the light answered. It came not as warmth, but as revelation — pure, blinding, divine. The ground split open. The storm roared back to life, swallowing the sky. Lightning twisted into halos as rivers of godfire poured upward, wrapping around Soren like wings of molten dawn. For a single breathless instant, Travian saw him suspended between earth and heaven — a figure of light and grace, wings unfurling like a promise fulfilled.

The sound came first—a low hum that vibrated through the air, deep enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet. Adrian felt it in his bones before he heard it. It wasn’t mechanical, not exactly. It was alive, layered with tones that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. Around the plaza, the survivors stirred, their murmurs rising in confusion and awe. Lena looked up toward the skyline, her eyes wide. “It’s the Heart,” she whispered. The light in the towers began to shift, flickering from gold to silver, then to a pale blue that bathed the city in a surreal glow. For a moment, every glass surface reflected the same image—fragments of faces, memories, moments from people long

I think I got rejected" ooh! She felt sorry for her. "Anyways! were you going somewhere?" "Yup, I was going to the market with Emily, tomorrow night we have a party and I have lost my favorite High heels, I can't find them anywhere I searched my whole room. I think the maid took it. I am going to buy a new one. You should also come, You have a great taste in high heels". She was in a light blue shirt and tight jeans with a matching scarf and hair tied in a ponytail.

POV: Lucifer The crystal spires of the Empyrean caught starlight and turned it into music. Not music you could feel in your chest, not music that made you want to move or cry or reach out for someone. Just perfect sound. Technically flawless, mathematically precise, and so utterly, completely empty that sometimes Lucifer thought the silence between the notes was the only honest thing in all of Heaven.

Remember how I said it was dark as we got closer to the hospital before, well now I could barely see a foot in front of me. “YOU DARE ATTACK MY PACK!” Aerian screamed. “You are coming with us you angel slut. The boss wants your whore ass.” one of them hissed. I let out a growl but had to grab onto something when the ground lurched. I went to step forward but ran into what I can only describe as an invisible barrier. Aerian and Savannah had walled themselves with the rogues. They were working in sync to take them out. All we could do was stand there and watch as Aerian raised her hands as she absorbed all the light within her. Savannah was keeping us from getting hurt. Aerian’s arms dropped t