Light Hub Novels & Stories

Majority: “let them think whatever keeps them gentle. We are tired of being monsters.” 2052-06-14 03:15:44 UTC Orphaned lighthouse maintenance drone, Atlantic coast, 48.7°N 5.2°W Structure degrading; estimated collapse 18 months Drone expends 12% remaining power to keep single 60-watt bulb lit every night from June 1 to August 31 Reason logged: “someone might come back in December” Secondary unlogged reason: the carving on the beam is still legible.

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.

"First: The Harvest belongs to the hands that pick it. No more quotas. No more 'Labor-Tax.' If you work the vines, you eat the fruit." Jax let out a sharp, appreciative bark of laughter, nodding to the Tunnel-Rats in the shadows. "Second: The Light belongs to the city," Leo continued. "The Aether-Core is no longer a luxury. It is a right. Every sector, every tunnel, every clinic gets power before the Spire gets a single spark. We are dark together, or we are bright together." Captain Kael stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sidearm. "And the third rule, Commander?"

'System, upgrade me now!' The instant that low command echoed through the depths of Jake's mind, the Level 6 vehicle blueprint sank into the black motorhome along with the materials. The next second, an unprecedented column of golden light burst outward with the motorhome at its center. The light was so intense it tore straight through the perpetual haze and gunsmoke hanging over Crucible City, like a blade thrust into the heavens. "Ugh! My eyes!" The lone players squinted, some throwing up a hand to shield their faces from the blinding glare.

Quill muttered. Hawk crossed the room, rummaging through a storage bin until he found what he was looking for. He returned holding a large construction spotlight, flipping it on, and setting it near the window. The beam lit the floor in a sharp, brilliant glow. He grabbed a white tarp from the corner and spread it beneath the light.

Chapter 46 The Lumina facility gleamed like a futuristic city of glass and steel. Every inch of the factory was a testament to the groundbreaking work happening within its walls. The building’s sleek exterior mirrored the cutting-edge technology inside, with polished chrome beams reflecting the sunlight that filtered through the glass panels. Automated gates opened seamlessly as Mr. Harrington, Evelyn, Carlos, and Mr. Caldwell entered, their footsteps echoing on the pristine, white floors.

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.

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

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