Light Story Novels & Stories

Here, the universe remembered what it meant to be told. --- The Light That Writes Across the silence came a motion— a glimmer that curved through space like ink upon invisible parchment. Where it passed, the light thickened into words. Not written in any tongue known to mortals, but in emotion: joy that looked like gold, sorrow that tasted of rain, hope that sang in color. The light was Seren. Or what was left of her. Not a body. Not even a soul. But the intention that had once dared to begin the story of the Blood Moon.

Nate, who was the flower boy, trailed behind Henry with a small bouquet in hand. From my seat in the crowd, I saw the look of bliss on Emma's face, and I felt happy for her. The lights dimmed, and the spotlights focused on the newly married couple. Stuart sat beside me. Henry's law firm conducted business with the company, and Stuart had been invited as a VIP guest. He was acting somewhat differently today. He seemed a bit restless. Observing the happy couple, I couldn't resist remarking with a sigh, "Emma looks so happy!"

I feel tears brimming in my eyes again, hot tears of sadness, and I blink them away, pulling away from her touch, scared of the emotions I feel when she touches me. She looks a bit wounded but brushes it aside quickly. “I will tell you a story, and it might give you a bit of the answers you’re looking for.” “A story,” I repeat, looking up again once my eyes are wiped clear of tears. She nods and suddenly gets closer. She grabs the sides of my face and presses her forehead against mine. Immediately, we're engulfed in blinding white light that consumes everything around us until I can't see anything else. I close my eyes against the harshness, and when I open them again, we're no longer hidden

LUNA'S POV He wanted to know if I wanted more. Did I want more? Of course, I wanted more! I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. The orgasm I felt was like no other. This wasn't my first time having orgasms but nothing prepared me for the one that assaulted my nerves. My body was still tingling but I wanted to continue. I doubt I would see Asher after this night which was a good thing because I didn't want to be caught up with a man like h-

Or at least in most stories, each of them is considered rather evil creatures, children of Darkness. But there are stories where even messengers of Light, beings who should deal better with temptation than we, weak humans, sometimes succumb to the power of the Darkness. There are also times when the children of the Darkness discover such feelings as love, which in turn draws them to the Light. Many times the being from Light connects with the one from Darkness, creating a beautiful, but always very sad and desperate love story - because in most cases neither Light nor Darkness want their representatives to mix with each other.

I also borrowed from Rain the lights she calls Christmas lights. While I was waiting for Zero, I first enjoyed the fresh air here on the rooftop, it was going to be night and I could see the setting sun on the rooftop. It is also a view from where I stand as Moonlight students exit a building to their dorms. The Moonlight is so wide and big. It used to be my only dream to get in here and finish school, and now. It has been fulfilled and will soon be fulfilled when i finish my studies.

The fear, the greed, but also the hope of those who’d tried to stop them. And then, the words changed, forming right in front of them: “The truth is not a weapon. It is a light. It will not force anyone to believe but it will let them see. Those who have hidden in the dark will try to put it out. But light only grows stronger when it is shared.” As Elara read those words aloud, the light from the pages spread a little further, touching the walls, the shelves, the very air in the room. Outside, the wind seemed to pick up, soft but steady, like it was carrying something away.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

The way Puck once stole an entire pizza off the counter while we were kissing in the hallway. After breakfast, Lila dragged us outside. She had a plan. A “10-year light ceremony,” she called it, pronouncing each word like she’d rehearsed it in front of the mirror. She’d spent the entire week collecting every spare string of fairy lights she could find—some from the attic in dusty boxes labeled “Dorm Era,” some borrowed from neighbors with promises of cookies in return, one ancient flickering strand from my mom’s house that still worked every third bulb if you jiggled the plug just right.

His touch and his voice were the only light in the dark. ~*~ Today was different. There was no darkness. There was no pain. There were no voices nor touches. There was light. Blinding, white light. I was glad to have that light after a long time of darkness. But the light was far away. It was like a dot from somewhere far. It was a horizontal spotlight. And it was calling me. So I ran towards it like a dog running to get his bones. The light started to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. As it does, it started to sting—my eyes started to sting. At first I feared I was going blind. So I stopped for a moment. Contemplated. However, there was no time to think. A painful spark exploded in my ch