Luz Novels & Stories

He admired the way the sunlight hit her eyes, making the golden in her hazel eyes look even more mesmerizing. Liv was Leo and Annie's four year old daughter who was best friends with Jack's five year old, Jules. "Come on," Leo hopped out of bed and walked over to the side Annie was on. He held out his hand for her to take. She moved the blanket off herself, placing the mug down on the side table. "You know," she mumbled softly. "I can manage to get out of bed." Leo quirked an eyebrow, a grin playing on his lips. "Am I being smothering again?"

he said and sat down not sure if anyone would understand him, even Diego was fast asleep to understand what he was feeling however Mario had decided to move on and let go of the pain "But why does it hurt so much"he mumbled just as the door opened getting his attention, Mario turned to look and it was Lulu who wanted to leave upon seeing him "S...sorry... I thought there was no one here... I came to turn off the main lights"she said nervously and pointed at the bright light hanging above and Mario nodded and got up

Happiness and calm begin to wash over me and I use it to my advantage. "lumière du soleil." The warmth starts to flow through my left hand as I move it and yellow off shaped light appears in my open palm."Finally," I say in satisfaction, but my celebration is cut short when I feel all the nutrients from my body start to drain out. Breaking my concentration I begin to panic and without thinking I release the sunlight.

This was simply outrageous. So, he suppressed his anger and spoke up to ask Claudia, “How did you know that Gopher is planning to make a move on Stephanie?” Claudia took out a lipstick-like flashlight from her pocket and said, “This is a violet flashlight with a specific wavelength which is not quite the same as the wavelength for the violet light that is generally used for the inspection of banknotes. It is not easy to buy this flashlight on the market, and there is also a special potion that goes with this violet flashlight. The potion will only show up under the wavelength of this violet light. After they have selected their target, they will use this potion to draw a specific mark on the

Fucking coward. A flash of light shot out from the centre of the clearing. My vision went black from the blaze of light. "Shit! I can't see." I heard alpha Turner shout behind me. I tapped into Tyr's senses to try and use our sense of smell. I'd fight these fuckers blind if I had to.

Bright

At four o'clock, as the blue twilight began to settle over the Atlantic, Julian stepped back from the pedestal. The Fresnel lens stood complete. It was a magnificent, six-foot-tall cage of gleaming brass and crystal prisms, catching the last violet rays of the sunset and transforming the cold room into a palace of shimmering light. In the center of the glass cage sat the burner—a heavy brass lamp with four concentric cotton wicks, fed by a reservoir of pure, refined lard oil. Julian turned to June, holding out a silver match-safe. "It's time, June," he said softly. "You strike the first light."

The ground was so hot that even through their thick, rubber-soled boots, Audrey could feel the soles beginning to soften. "Don't look at the anchors directly!" Lucas warned, his light-arm glowing with a violent, unstable violet hue. "If you see the point where the light meets the iron, it’ll burn your retinas through your goggles." They moved toward the first tether. It looked like a solid spear of golden energy, ten feet thick, vibrating with a low, bone-shaking hum. The air around the anchor was distorted, shimmering with the intense ozone of the Southern technology. "How do we cut a beam of light?" one of the scouts whispered, his voice trembling.

I am sending you this letter to ask if you would tell me what the summer light is. He had read this message twice and then a third time. He had written to Ruth: please tell her that the summer light in the corner comes from above rather than from the side. In summer the sun is high and the north window gives the ceiling rather than the floor. The corner is not lit from the left in summer — the north light in summer is the reflection of the high sun from the sky above, the room slightly brighter without the angle that makes the winter light quiet. The summer corner is less quiet than the winter corner.

The sky above is dark but not starless—there’s something swirling in it, some chaotic storm of light and shadow and sound that thrums with energy. Lumina’s eyes glow. Not just in the dream, but in the dream. She feels it. She sees the glow reflected in the air around her, a shimmering blue light radiating from her pupils, casting a cold halo across her face. Her hands lift without command, fingers spread, and they spark. Electricity dances across her palms. Not a flicker. Not a trickle. Lightning. Raw and alive. White-blue veins crackling up her wrists and through the spaces between her fingers. Her pulse beats in her ears like a war drum.