Light Lover Novels & Stories

his fingers tap voluntarily gentle, contemplating the display options, “But, I believe we should also incorporate elements of innovative modern technology. Screens displaying curated videos, plugging customers’ attention, leaving them longing to be a part of our world— temptation, as we call it. Benjamin, what has got on your plate?” It is squarely nine in the morning, the designated time for Ethan Smith's diligent assistant, Ryan, to join him, despite a missing presence loom. Seated around an elongated table, the group of talented visionaries eagerly await Ethan's additional directions. “Speaking of captivating, what about the lighting, illumination? Depending on the time the event takes pl

“Do you want me to turn it off? I don’t mind either way.” Without hesitation, I got up and turned on the night lamp on her bedside table before heading to the main light switch. Then, a warm, golden light filled the room, casting a gentle glow that made everything feel more intimate and serene. The soft illumination highlighted Poppy’s delicate features, making her look even more beautiful as she lay there.

Lucifer smirked at Alexa who descended the stairs alongside Lucian. "Don't even think of it," Alexa glared at Lucifer who chuckled at her adorable reaction. "And betray our love?, I wouldn't dare," He replied dramatically earning an eye roll from Alexa Lucian, still holding the remote control, raises it to his lips and says, "Dim the lights to seventy percent," and instantly, the room's illumination adjusts, matching his spoken command. The balance of light creates a harmonious environment, perfect for relaxation or enjoying a movie night and Alexa couldn't help but gawk at the beauty of it.

Sloane didn't move— just pressed closer. Her forehead against his chest, her face hot and wet with tears. "Turn on... the light. Please..." Lennox's hand reached to the nightstand, and with one motion, clicked the lamp on. It wasn't bright— just a warm, soft glow. The kind of light that belonged in the corner of a childhood home, after a bad dream. The shadows melted into a quiet amber haze, blurring the sharp edges of the night. Sloane squinted at the sudden light,

Alpha Trevor growled. “Enough!” A man with shimmering silver eyes and snow white hair commanded, his presence as commanding as Darkness's. The three knew better than to cross the blind Lycan king. The Alpha section quietened. They turned their gaze to the fight, while the silver eyed man had his gaze on a certain distressed white haired, his silver eyed shining brightly as he relaxed back into his seat, his blind gaze on her. The second Xavier drew away his hand, Derrick charged, teeth bared, claws out, aiming for Darkness's neck with the intention to finish it quickly.

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.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, my head throbbing with pain as I jolted awake. Right. I did not have to end up like that. It was my lovesick bravery that had me shield Samuel with my own body when the accident happened. He walked away with scratches, while I was left with broken bones, a severe concussion, and trapped in a coma. I had believed that my love would be returned in kind. However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

Returning my gaze back to the rock in my hands I'm to connect with it? I feel ridiculous. “Please put off the false lights, I believe it is distracting the Silver one” I swallow a laugh, false light? He talks really weirdly. Lily who hasn’t let up with her flashlight dimmed it and then turned it off completely. As the flashlight went out, the rock in my hand suddenly glows brighter I nearly drop it in surprise, it is not bright enough to be blinding or to illuminate a completely dark room but quiet, bright. The soft light slips between my fingers and I stare at it, fascinated.

He held a sword that glowed with a righteous, nauseating white light. Lysander. The Hero. Beside him, floating on a smaller cloud, was Elara. She wore the white robes of a High Priestess, holding a staff tipped with a diamond. "Behold!" Lysander shouted, his voice magically amplified to boom across the room. "The Light has come to purge the Darkness!" "You're late," Vespera deadpanned. "And you broke my roof." Lysander landed on the floor, posing heroically. Elara landed beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell of sulfur.