Light To The Hills Novels & Stories

There was a brief silence on the other end before Mom spoke up with concern. "Isn't your seventh anniversary with Lucas coming up? Shouldn't you stay with him for that special occasion?" I let out a bitter laugh. "That won't be necessary." After hanging up, I booked my flight. At dawn, Lucas pushed open the door to our house and walked in, looking a little worn out. When he saw me sitting in the living room, he smiled and walked over. "I spent the whole night observing the skies. I'm so exhausted," he said.

It cleared up the clouds and fog in an instant, dissipating the dark clouds within 500 kilometers and making way for the bright moon. The moonlight was as bright as the sun, illuminating the Ghost-wailing Hill to the point that it resembled daylight. Moments later, the powerful light turned into a dazzling display of seven-colored light. Xiao Chen said, "No hurry. Several thousands of people are heading there right now and a bloody battle is sure to ensue. We should just sit and watch. We'll wait for the opportune moment to strike."

We race past various cars and road signs, and I feel my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when I catch the view of a set of hills outside town. The truth is that they are not just some ordinary set of hills that I have never seen before. They are the same set of hills that Luke and I visited the day he showed me his art studio for the first time. The blue water waves are splashing at the thick rocks beneath the tall cliffs, their crashing beauty reminding me of the awe I felt when I saw them for the very first time that day. I know Luke is taking us there. I can feel it deep in my guts.

It was barren, void of anything except for the stones. ‘What is this place?’ He marveled, looking down at the foot side of the hill. He couldn’t see what was below, but there were tiny lights flickering at the bottom. Dylan narrowed his eyes and followed the small rocky terrain. He pranced down the slope, vigilant to anything that would come to him unexpectedly. The small flickering light grew large. There were gigantic torches almost the size of a human being. The large ball of flames danced along with the rush of winds. They littered around the hill, but what caught Dylan’s attention was the rectangular dais setina large clearing.

Without a word, he slipped an arm around my shoulders, his hand gliding gently along my arm, warming me. I tilted my head to look at him, but his gaze remained fixed ahead. Following his line of sight, I noticed the grand silhouette of a beach house perched elegantly on the hill, its beauty enhanced by the moonlight. After a few more minutes of walking, we reached the house. I watched as the waiters placed our suitcases neatly by the doorway. Offering them a grateful smile, I thanked them warmly and they nodded in response. Justin handed them a tip, his casual gesture appreciated with a polite bow before they departed.

The light hangover I'd been nursing all morning finally started to go away as I stared out the car window, the greasy food and strong coffee working their quiet magic. There wasn't much to look at—just field after field of brown broken by the occasional pathetic crop patch or sad, wind-battered barn. Still, I took at least a dozen pictures with Robbie's phone of an unremarkable farm just to document the day. He let me, of course. Even when I zoomed in dramatically on a chicken. Eventually, the horizon began to shift. Low hills emerged ahead, shrouded in green mist like they were holding secrets. My stomach did a little flip. Not from the car ride, but because I knew what those hills meant.

she flashes me a quick smile before closing the door behind her I stumble out of the bed,trying and failing not to be impressed by the room or the view out the window. A stunning lake stretches out before me, its glassy surface perfectly reflecting the softness of the morning sky. Nestled nearby is a charming lake house. Rolling hills surround the house, extending for miles in every direction, their peaks and valleys adding to the sense of endless space. In the distance, about two miles away, the sun is just beginning to peek over a mountain, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. The entire scene is like a living painting—breathtaking and surreal.

I told Kristen, motioning at the hills across the valley from us. I knew the hills were just as green as ours, but they looked blue without the aid of the sun. A few remaining rays permeated the valley, thinning out and casting a dim light over everything for a brief moment. Then, the light was practically gone. All that remained was an orange hue in the sky where the sun once was. At its edges, it became pink, mixing with the darkening sky. Then pink became purple, and finally dark blue.

So I do. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m not moving at all and it’s just getting closer. Either way, it grows until nothing of the darkness is left. Just a bright light, blinding in its intensity. The light slowly softens, like sunbeams through the trees on a summer day, and my surroundings come into sharp focus. The scene is idyllic, trees and gardens and hills with waterfalls cascading into crystal clear pools. I sigh in contentment, wishing I could stay here forever.

As they walked, the scenery around them began to change. The beach narrowed, and the hills surrounding them grew taller and more rugged. Nicole's eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking view. The hills, the beach, and the sea all came together to create a stunning panorama. Nicole's jaw dropped as she gazed out at the sight before her. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The hills rose up on either side of them, their peaks shrouded in a misty veil. The beach was a narrow strip of golden sand, and the sea sparkled like a thousand diamonds in the fading light.