Lights Out Book Review Novels & Stories

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

We read a dozen books and I’m starting to drift off during the last one. “Lights out,” I yawn. Edward begins to freak out the motherent the light goes off. “What’s going on?” I ask. “The Tall Man might get me in the dark. Can you leave the light on?” “The Tall Man isn’t here. Are you scared of the dark tonight?” He nods, and I flick the bedside lamp back on. “Hang on a second. I have something for you. Stay here.”

Unfortunately the price for it was very high and had ended and destroyed many lives. We left the administration wing behind Anton in silence and marched across the area to a further set back building that looked very similar to the first one. Of course, Reese lit a cigarette, as soon as he was outdoors and only because he didn't let go of my hand, I realized that his thoughts were on me and the upcoming encounter. He probably feared that I would freak out or try to shoot them. Unfortunately I had to admit that I was no stranger to this idea. I had no idea what it would be like to face these proles. Maybe it left me completely cold.

I can just lay for some while here then continue my reading when I wake up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I woke up it was dark already. The windows were shut and only few lights were switched on. Just how long have I been asleep? I let out a tired yawn and returned the book back to the shelf as I stood up with the chair making a screeching sound. I walked to the door and twisted the knob. My eyes widened in terror as I continued trying to open it. It was…LOCKED!! How was I supposed to get out of here? The lights started to blink causing my eyes to avert to the bulbs. Just as predicted, it went off making everywhere tot

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

Then I laughed, i have lost my damn mind. I close the book. Toss it back on the desk. Turn off the light. I don’t expect anything to happen. But when I wake up the next morning… something has.

“We should probably look over those quarterly reports we were supposed to discuss.” It was a flimsy pretext, and we both knew it. But I clung to it, grateful for the distraction. “Right. The reports.” I sat in a leather chair opposite the desk, trying to focus as he booted up his laptop. The room was impeccably tidy, everything in its place. It was a room that screamed control, a stark contrast to the chaotic emotions of the last ten minutes. Then, the lights flickered. Once, twice, and then they died completely, plunging the room into darkness. The only light came from the dying embers in the fireplace and the sudden, stark flash of lightning outside the large windows.

We rode through the night. The library was dark when we returned. The candles had burned out, and the only light came from the moon through the high windows. Lysander lit them with a flick of his wrist, his movements quick, almost frantic. He pulled books from the shelves—old books, books we had not touched in weeks—and spread them across the table.

We'd complete our night routine before going to sleep. it was two in the morning, too early to wake up, when I felt the empty, cold space beside me. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted to the darkness. I saw a faint light coming from the working table in the corner of the room, next to the bookshelf. It was the glow of a laptop. and there was Lazarus, focused and engrossed in his work. He was in profile, and I could clearly see his straight nose and how the light from his laptop illuminated his handsome face. He was shirtless, wearing only his boxers.

I can feel myself filling from my toes to the top of my head, making me feel almost light as air. A blinding light shoots out from my very soul and fills every crevice in the canyon. The shadows are sent flying with a warped scream into the night as the stars and moon start to shine brighter than they have in a long time. The floating sensation suddenly dissipates, and I'm caught by Liam. "Easy. I got you, Lewana". I'm exhausted and struggling to keep my eyes open. They fly open when a familiar cold shiver runs straight through my chest. One last desperate attempt of the shadows to put the fear of them back in me.