Lone Light Novels & Stories

The story-hoop’s light painted everything in soft gold. We weren't fixing the universe. We weren't commenting on it. We were just… living in a small, beloved corner of it. Lina leaned her head on my shoulder. “This is better than a react channel.” “It’s the best channel,” I agreed, putting my arm around her. Kael nodded, watching a bioluminescent moth dance around the hoop’s light. “The ratings here are… perfect.” And for the first time in a very, very long time, that was enough.

So much so that he didn’t realise that something was off about this entire ordeal. “There is light ahead,” Mane stated with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Lily who was next to him was just as surprised by their discovery, and Hildegarde who was seated on Mane’s shoulder suddenly frowned. Dark Valley was pitch black. There was no area in this valley that wasn’t filled with darkness. To be able to generate light in the darkness could only be done by means of artificial sources. And one of these artificial sources was Light Grass.

"If we confront Tristan head-on, many of us will die. A chain reaction could occur. "More importantly, Tristan isn't alone. He has the backing of the Lone Light, a den of assassins and killers. While Tristan was paralyzed, he was just their symbol and spirit. Now that he's back, he's the emblem of the Lone Light's revival. That organization won't leave him alone and will do their best to welcome him home. He's their war god, after all!

I wonder if those lights will fade once they find out who I really am, and all this time, this is not what I want to be. Will the city lights turn into a lone forest? Will I just watch the trees dance with the wind? Should I just let the wind take the voice away, or is it better to let out my voice although the lights will fade? Then, I lost sight of the city. We are going through a dark road with dim street lights being 5 meters apart from each other. I don't see the town anymore, and it's just trees. Although there's light, it still looks dark...Is this what loneliness feels like? If it is, then I don't want to be alone. I must make sure to keep the stage lights open,

No more shadows. Just light. Endless. Ours.

The storm continued raging. Lightning split the sky. Thunder shook the island. Yet somehow— that tiny light never wavered. Never disappeared. It simply kept coming. Lily pressed against the window. Trying to see better. Trying to understand. Then another flash of lightning illuminated the ocean. And this time— she saw a figure. A person. Holding the light. Walking across the black beach. The same way the mysterious figure had stood on the boat. Motionless. Patient. Watching. Then darkness returned.

Glass spiderwebbed across one of the panes. “What’s waking?” Mara demanded. “The reason the light was built,” Alden replied. “It isn’t to guide ships away.” Another impact. Stronger. Below the surface, a shape the size of a small island shifted, its outline illuminated briefly by lightning. A colossal eye opened—pale and luminous in the deep. Mara stumbled back. “That’s not real,” she breathed. “It’s very real,” Alden said. “And it follows the light.” The beacon flared brighter.

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

“There’s always light in the darkness, just as there is darkness in the light.” I watched as he swallowed before he reached out his hand towards me. I looked down at it, seeing this tiny little thing in it, something that shone in the lights coming from all around us. “A gift,” he answered, his voice low again. “If you would accept it.” It was a stone, a completely black stone, with a shiny surface that made it look like it contained stars.

"I was just about to bring this up. This is our only real lead so far. The deceased has a scar on the ankle. DNA comparison takes time, but adding this detail will speed up the process." Patrick frowned slightly. "Aubree has a scar on her ankle too if I remember correctly…" Patrick wasn't just my parents' old partner. He had also been our next-door neighbor for over 20 years. That scar on my ankle? I got it when I was riding on the back of his bicycle, and my foot got caught in the wheel.