Light Novel Hundred Novels & Stories

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

Leaning against my chest, she purred, "Just forget about everything else, okay? Let's start fresh, and I will love you properly this time." I pretend I never heard a thing no matter what she said. The System told me it needed a month for repairs—I just had to live through it. - Every day, Mila would come home with a bouquet of sunflowers, because I had once told her that it was my favorite flower. She thought remembering that would please me, but I couldn't care less. "I do like sunflowers, but that's because Yvie and I first met in a field of sunflowers. Are you that keen to commemorate that moment for us?"

"LUMINE!" Thousand of light arrows rained down on the ocean. But it barely scratched the enemy's number. It was true that it burned their scaly skin, but it was not enough to slow them. They just kept coming. But Heinrich was ready. He screamed once again, "LUMINE!" Light flooded out of his hands, flowing into the air around him like a living thing. The wind roared as if in agony at this magic, its power so great he could feel it all over his body.

Hi! My novel, 'From The 28th Century' had reached 100+ chapters which I did not expect. I just wanna say that I'm not good at writing romance stories, so the romance here might be a little off. I'm still learning and hope I could achieve writing a romance story. :)))) Everything about this story was all of my imaginations, so it is quite different from the other cultivation stories. This is my first story and I cannot promise that this would be a perfect novel. I admit there are tons of mistakes, but I would do my best to improve.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

The library had a large map spread on a table over by the window where there was more light, even though the red glow from outside didn’t help illuminate the parchment drawing much. Slate lit several lanterns, including a low chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He would have to be careful not to hit his head on it as he leaned over the table, he was so tall, and it was so low over the map spread out for them to look at, but then, Nya had the feeling he had maneuvered in this position many times before. At her height, there was no risk of her hitting her head or catching her hair on fire from the multiple candles, the melted sides showing they’d been used for many years.

"And now, here I am. Just trying to live my best undead life." Freda’s mouth hung open. Pru dropped her book. Rita burst out laughing. "That’s the wildest backstory I’ve ever heard." Deidre smirked. "What can I say? I’m a treasure." That night, Rita stood by the window, watching the werewolves below. They played soccer under the moonlight, their movements fluid, effortless. Then—one of them stopped. He turned, his gaze locking onto her window. Short hair. He was the only one she’d seen without the typical long, flowing locks. His dark eyes burned even from this distance, his chest rising and falling like he’d caught a scent.

While rubbing his seemingly ordinary necklace with a pendant of a typical blackbird, a family heirloom, he has a great time imagining himself as a martial artist riding a sword and flying across the vast horizon or casting an almighty spell capable of blocking out the sky, overturning the mountains, and drying up oceans down to their beds. Without him knowing, the ordinary necklace shone with a strange reddish-black light—the light undulating with a unique pattern invisible to human eyes. ---- He liked the most amongst the light novels he read was entitled Martial World, where Lin Ming was a powerful martial arts practitioner. He started as a weak practitioner, with a little bit of luck and