Light Upon Light Novels & Stories

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

“Which means?” I took a sip of wine, shrugging my shoulders. “It means what I said, that they understand me. I can’t explain it properly.” I took a step closer before I pointed towards them. “Try and look up.” He did as I told him, looking up at the sky. “The night sky has always fascinated me; it’s honest, it’s straightforward, it is as it is. It is in balance.” Our gazes met, and I felt nothing but his full attention locked on me. “There’s always light in the darkness, just as there is darkness in the light.”

His eyes began to hurt from the intense brightness. Seconds later, the giant trolls were all blocked by the white light that came in between them and the great armies. The light made a cut across the battlefield separating the two parties. It was almost like a huge wall now. Its height going up to a hundred meters. King Sindrion Celeste looked at his wife knowingly. The others remained shocked and confused by the magical great light. Just before any of them could recover, the wall of light started to move forward, in different directions, like a semicircle expanding.

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,

“What nonsense is this? The Light of Acme? Unlocking one’s potential? Where did you learn this nonsense, kid?” “Is that not the truth?” James returned the question. “Of course not,” The bird said. James asked, “In that case, what is the Light of Acme?” The bird extended its claws and scratched its chin. After some contemplation, it said, “The Light of Acme that you described does exist. The residual power of some dead Acmeans will transform into beams of light. However, the Light of Acme has no positive effects on any living being. In fact, the Light of Acme can also be called the Light of Death. Once contaminated by the light, a living being would die. That's because no known power can effe

I felt rushed of coldness running through me, it made me reach for Walter as he wrapped me in his arm, rubbing my shoulder and giving me the warmth that I needed. "I need to ask my elders, this is way beyond my knowledge." She got up and reached above her kitchen cabinets, and retrieved some candles, then she closes all the shades and curtains making the room dimmer for her needs. Walter and I sat in silence in front of her as she does her thing, minutes went by as she communicates with her elders then the candles unexpectedly are blown out by a gust of wind, darkness surrounds us immediately. Walter grabbed my hand immediately, assuring me that I was safe, that he was next to me.

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

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

“It roars.” “It hums,” I said. “And that’s good. Humming means functioning.” “Humming means hungry.” “Your frame of reference is broken.” I flicked the headlights on. He recoiled. “They glow like the ring.” “They are LED.” “I thought that was the demon rectangle.” “That’s also LED.” “Why do your lights all bear the same name?” he demanded. “Are they related?” “They’re… diodes.” “That explains nothing.” “Good,” I said. “Welcome to modern technology.”

The goddess eyed me sceptically. “Ask it.” She demanded rather than invited. “You said, in order to defeat the darkness, you must first defeat the light.” I paused. A part of me hoped that what I was about to say was wrong. That I had got the complete wrong end of the stick. But the gnawing pain in my heart told be otherwise. “You are yet to ask me a question.” “The darkness is Tenebris?” I ask. “Yes.” “The light…” gulping back the tears that threatened to spill over, “Then the light must mean….”