Luz Novels & Stories

Dawn light comes through the sanctum's single high window, small and square and positioned near the ceiling, and the light that falls through it is the clean, unmodified gold of actual morning, carrying none of the red tint that has been coloring everything since the eclipse. Lucian stands in the dust and the dawn light and the diminished glow of the hybrid power that remains, and breathes.

Isabella snapped, tossing a bolt of silk to the floor. “Use Lyon Silk from France.” “And make sure the lighting uses pure beeswax candles not those eye-sore LED lamps.” Liora stood in the doorway, watching the waste unfold. “The LED lighting you call an eyesore is integrated with Azure’s security system, Isabella.” “If you replace it with candles, you’ll create blind spots in the heat sensors.” Isabella turned, holding a rare Ming Dynasty porcelain vase. “Oh, Liora. You’re always thinking about sensors and security.”

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

At the sight of the vehicle, I was blinded by the sea of lights- turning my head to the side trying to gain my sights back. "Iris- what the hell-" I didn't even wait for Triston to finish speaking, opening the car door. "Wait-" I stepped out, keeping my clutch over my face. I knew how to handle the media- I knew that all they wanted was a good shot of my face. I wouldn't be giving them that, I heard my name being shouted all around me, "Iris! LOOK HERE!" "IRIS!" "IRIS! PLEASE LOOK HERE!"

Chapter 46 The Lumina facility gleamed like a futuristic city of glass and steel. Every inch of the factory was a testament to the groundbreaking work happening within its walls. The building’s sleek exterior mirrored the cutting-edge technology inside, with polished chrome beams reflecting the sunlight that filtered through the glass panels. Automated gates opened seamlessly as Mr. Harrington, Evelyn, Carlos, and Mr. Caldwell entered, their footsteps echoing on the pristine, white floors.

“It tested.” She pointed accusingly. “You tested.” “Correct.” Alessia huffed, brushing frost from her sleeves. “Fine. What’s first?” “Lux,” Kael said. “Your light is unstable.” She exclaimed. “Unstable? I lit an entire pillar yesterday!” “And your hand shook while doing it,” he replied. “Control is in the details.” He gestured. “Summon Lux.” She inhaled, focusing on her core. Lux responded immediately, a warm pulse blooming in her chest. A soft glow formed over her palm. Small, bright, gentle.

Lila’s POV Hazel grabbed the lighter and lit the purple candle. I was amazed by how large and vibrant the flame was. It glistened in the night air and the yellow orange of the flame brought out the purple of the wax and the gold of the hand-holder. “I will start with air,” she said, stepping in front of my mother. Hazel held the vibrant purple candle with one hand and the stone bowl with the other. My mother straightened her body and held the yellow candle firmly in her hands. Hazel at first, spoke the lines in a low whisper for her ears alone and then when Hazel nodded, my mother spoke the lines given to her. “Wise guardians of the earth. With the element air, I summon thee to bless and pro

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

Lutz continued. “The foolish fire in Latin. What is that?” Crusoe asked. “A fire that doesn't burn,” Lutz answered. “It doesn't burn? Then what does it do?” Crusoe questioned. “It's a glowing green fire. Like a host of aurora lights. It works like a radiation, destroys from the inside first. Extremely dangerous especially as it can destroy its target without being in close range. They'd think aurora lights fill the sky, not knowing they're going to turn ashen from the inside because of it. The Ignis fatuus can destroy as long as its the target.”

The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.