Lone Light Novels & Stories

I murmured. That gave me an idea. I fumbled through my bag and found the keychain flashlight, which wasn't going to be helpful, but the other side was a laser pointer. I pointed it towards a threshold in a mirror. As the light left the flashlight, the red beam became visible. It wasn't just a spot like in our world, instead, it was a path of light. "Whoa," I whispered. Then louder, I asked, "Can you see that?" Remi's image looked left and right following the red beam in front of him. "Yes! Let me follow it."

The soft sigh of the night wind over the truncated spires of the Celestial city, teasing the blossoms of my little pet Lavender shrub in its red-glazed pot. I lifted my gaze and stared out at the multicoloured lights of the windows laid out around me. I could see others like me, maybe thirty in total. All of them, without exception, alone. Loneliness is part of existence up here. We all have internal shadows, things we struggle with. It's apparently meant to be this way; we're meant to suffer at least a bit. We can perhaps steal a moment of bliss and forgetfulness with one another, or in the arms of one of the obliging visitors from Down Under.

“You don’t have to worry.” *** I could still see the silvery light from afar. Marlon was right. The light resembled a beacon that gave guidance to anyone who could see it. I was one of them, but I wasn’t sure if anyone else besides me could see it. Marlon had long since returned to the dragon realm, but the light he left behind still glowed. Even with the evening wind blowing hard, thunderstorms, or pitch-dark nights during a dead moon, the light stood tall into the sky.

I remember. It was... silent, Cale said. There was no direction. No up or down. Just... existing. It sounds lonely. It was. But the lighthouse... Cale looked out the window toward the dark point. The lighthouse is solitary, Cale said. But it speaks. It speaks? It says 'I am here', Cale whispered. It says 'Turn away from the rocks'. It is a conversation with the dark. And you want to have that conversation? I want to win the argument, Cale said.

I was the Luna of the Eclipse Pack, and my pack was bleeding. My light became an extension of my will, precise and surgical. I was a lighthouse in the storm of shadows, my beams cutting through the darkness to sear a void-walker's form, to disrupt a cultist's chanting, to illuminate a path for a retreating warrior. I was no longer trying to hold back the entire ocean; I was plugging the leaks in the dam, one by one.

“How far northwest?” I typed to Aldric. His reply came back in a heartbeat. “Three hours. Toward the silver light. She can see it from where she is.” I turned my screen to Rhydian. He read it, then glanced out at the spreading light near the trees, steady, patient, and honestly, it didn’t care what problem it was causing. “Can we stop it?” Malek asked. “I don’t know how,” I said. “The mark,” Soren said. “If the mark controls the light…."

CHAPTER 128 There was darkness. Not the kind that came when night fell. There was a silence so complete that even the sound of thoughts grew quiet. A lone figure stood atop the broken tower; his presence was hard to ignore. The Blood Moon pulsed brightly, no longer tethered to its natural cycle; it now bent to his will. The Blood Moon pulsed like a wound in the sky; its glow was no longer bound by the heavens but chained instead to the will of the lone figure standing atop the broken tower.

The lonely office, the silent corridors, and the soft glow of hope had woven together a moment of shared humanity—a moment that would guide her in the days to come. And somewhere, in a quiet room lit only by a small desk lamp, Leon continued his work. The solitude of his office was filled with silent reflections and unspoken dreams. Unaware of the whispered promises carried by the night, he remained the same enigma. But the small light in the corridor, the soft words spoken into the darkness, hinted that even the loneliest hearts could find solace in knowing they were seen.

' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart. It turned out that Darren's obsession with cleanliness only kicked in when he was around me. I could still feel the dull pain of the wolf inside, but I managed to smile at Darren weakly. "Is the Luna crowning ceremony still on for tomorrow?" He froze for a second before replying, "I don't have the time. I won't make it home today. Don't sweat it. I'll make sure your crowning ceremony happens." I gave a small nod and handed him a pile of papers. "Sign this, will you?"