Loght Novels Novelas e Histórias

Such was the tale of Luka and Light, two souls entwined by destiny and fueled by a love that burned brighter than the stars themselves. Luka stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the moonlit horizon. The silver beams of moonlight painted a melancholic glow across his features, emphasizing the weariness etched into his eyes. Memories of his love for Light flooded his mind like an unstoppable tide, carrying him back to a time when their hearts beat as one.

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

Then, out of the blue, she asked, "Colt, do you remember that book you wrote, 'Catching Light'?" Colt knew the book like the back of his hand. He nodded. "Yeah, I do. What's up?" "On the title page, it says, 'Drawn to the light, my palm scorched; I released my grip, and I became my own beacon, just like you.'" Colt was caught off-guard by her sharp memory. "Yeah, that's the quote. What about it?" Yaslyn got straight to the point. "This 'light' you're talking about is Zyra, isn't it?"

**The Light Within** The sky was ink-black by the time Lillian and Nicholas made it back to their car, the lighthouse standing tall behind them, its beam sweeping across the dark ocean. They had spent hours at the top, watching the sun set and the stars blink into existence one by one, lost in the beauty of the moment and the weightlessness of knowing that their journey was only just beginning.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

And in their place remained something brighter, steadier, untouchable: hope, rekindled by flame. With the burning of the letter, the last shadow of the old order turned to ash—and in its glow, Moonrise shone with a light no slander could extinguish.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

I had foolishly believed, that just like everything else, it would be ruined and past any precious glory, but I was wrong. It was beautiful. The inside was bright, with floating balls of light, flying high in the sky. There was a very large wooden bookcase, stacked with books and literature, stone tables scattered around with drawing and symbols and little bottles of potions on top. With white chalk the walls of the cave were littered with ancient words and right in the middle of the room was what looked almost like a shrine. A large black stoned table with candles and herbs and mystical looking flowers surrounding it. Around the ground were symbols engraved which glowed brightly, emitting a