Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

Did somebody step over his remains like I had done so many times tonight? I couldn’t figure out how long I had been down here. Without light and consumed by isolation, time lost all meaning. It could have been an hour or five. Every few minutes lightning would pierce through the small basement windows and for half a second I could see the small space I was in but then it was gone and I was back to being blind. I tried to count the flashes. One…two…three.

The following morning, the sky bore a hazy gray shroud. Rain tapped gently against the cathedral’s stained-glass windows as the air hung with a chill that seeped into the bones. Isabella stood in the hallway of the church’s eastern wing, her gaze fixed on the statue of Saint Lucia—protector of vision and light. There was something poetic about it, something that echoed her current torment: clarity through affliction.

With that, the light explodes outward, consuming everything in its path until nothing remains but absolute darkness. ~

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.

“You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.” Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?” Pareia only winked, her hips swaying lazily as she turned away, swagging with deliberate irritation. “You will figure it out, I’m sure” she said light hearted.I cleared my throat and smiled as I gave Pelin a subtle side glance, “Ehmn, Light. The answer is light. A candle flies without wings. It cries and melts without having eyes. And wherever a candle goes, it brings light and eliminates the darkness.”

the other Lydia says in my mind, her voice distant yet firm. I grit my teeth and reach forward again. This time, I let myself fall into the light completely. It feels like stepping straight into the heart of the sun. The heat devours everything. I can’t breathe, can’t think. My body feels like it’s breaking apart. My scream never leaves my lips, swallowed by the blinding brilliance. My skin dissolves, my blood turns to mist, my bones shatter. The pain is unbearable, but somewhere deep within it, I understand—it isn’t the light destroying me, it’s the poison burning out of me. Every piece of darkness Baron left behind is turning to ash.

Lin Ming felt himself drenched in cold sweat and at this moment, he suddenly found himself in an endlessly dark space and specks of light were flying in the void, like fragments of a broken mirror. The largest one is the size of a palm, the smallest one is the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of all the spots of light

“Take everything that you can, remember the image and every detail of it, and do make sure that your mind will not blow. Good Luck, Pauleen.” To the loud thud of the door that shuts close, she stood for a moment into that dark room, as a crimson light slowly engulf her, lifted her up, and made her presence known inside. With the whispering from a distance where she could not make a single sense out of it, as it is too much for a murmuring rather a clear word, and the small light that suddenly pops from way beyond, but in front of her. Torches of light with a golden flame started to ignite, leading a path for her in that darkness, added by the word.

A future no longer bound by darkness, but written entirely in light.