Lone Light Novels & Stories

Orion stood there, alone, in the night that was lit by the faint glow from the street light, and he watched the cars leave his vision. “Why…”

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

And _cried_. For the first time in 18 years. Rylan patted his face. _Seven_. _Four_. _Both_. _Neither_. “_Not _lonely_ now_,” he said. And _smiled_. _Whole_. ---

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.

“Serena thinks it’s a lure.” “And you?” I asked. He took a breath, eyes on the faint glow. “I think it’s calling to you.” I smiled, though faintly. “Maybe it’s calling to all of us.” He said nothing more, but I could feel his quiet agreement. The stormline’s hum lived beneath our feet, soft and steady. Whatever this new light was, it came from the same pulse. The Council of Quiet Voices

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

He would derive benefits from the attempt also. Landon went in and since the crescent moon was out, he used its luminescence as his source of light. The night wasn’t very bright but it was our only source of light so that’s all we could use. “It’s clear. You can come in.” Landon’s voice almost startled me as I saw him appear before me suddenly. “Do you need help?” “No. I can walk into a Cabin by myself.” I told him and he moved out of the way to give me a path to walk in.

The light remained visible. Far away. A single golden glow in one of the upper windows of the Last Lighthouse. Nobody spoke. Nobody even seemed capable of speaking. The observatory had become impossibly quiet. Because the light should not have existed. Nothing about the Lighthouse should have changed. Not after twelve cycles. Not after countless endings. Not after eternity. Yet there it was. A single illuminated window staring back across existence. The awakened network pulsed weakly. Almost nervously.

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

I bit my lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, and could only offer a brief explanation. “Farrell drives a long-haul truck. He only comes home a few times a year.” “I see…” Hearing this, Cowell nodded knowingly, though I did not notice the fleeting gleam of shrewdness that flashed beneath his eyelids. As time went by, all my heat seemed to converge on my lower abdomen. It felt as if a furnace had suddenly been activated in my core. I wanted it so badly… No, I cannot make a fool of myself in front of Jetson’s friend. That would be utterly humiliating.