Novel Lighting Novels & Stories

"You're back?" Lucas stood at the doorway with a smile. "I thought it over. Nothing's more important than spending time with my wife." He paused, as if something occurred to him, and his smile softened. "Besides, our seventh anniversary's coming up. Let's go pick out a gift for you today." I responded with a strained smile. "Didn't we always commemorate our anniversaries by naming asteroids all these years?" He blinked a few times and laughed while ruffling my hair. "Yeah, but let's try something new this year. Let's go and check out some jewelry."

"What are you doing here, Sofia? Come in." Sofia looked star-struck as she took the majestic house in. She felt like she walked into a vibrant fiery haven. The LED lighting system, embedded in the walls and ceiling, shifted seamlessly from soothing blues and greens to fiery reds and oranges. The room was now bathed in a warm, golden glow, evoking the crackling flames of a campfire. "I wanted to know how you are doing. The company is boring without you." Sydney didn't believe that, considering how many times she had shouted at her for just minor issues.

My boss was going to shoot me if anyone had vandalized it again. This day just kept getting better and better. With another muttered curse, I shoved the door open and turned to reach for the light. The library was one of the oldest buildings on campus, and this office had never been updated. The light switch was a cord that hung from the ceiling and had to be given a sharp tug, otherwise it wouldn’t click. And because this room was a cave—no windows, no light at all except the single, naked bulb in the ceiling—without that light the room was a black hole.

This wasn’t the kind of light that comes for novelty, though: it didn’t just throw shadows, it suffused the room, bits of luminosity peeking out of what little cracks there were on the building. Brightness like this was just unnatural: this wasn’t the blue of mobile phones or game consoles or fancy gaming setups with twirling colors for spectacle. I took a minute to think: don’t paranormal things happen more during midnight? The hour is close, so… After shaking my head, I decide that it’s not how movies work. Besides, this wasn’t cinematic, this was a quiet night in the real world, where oddities, whatever they are, don’t follow a script. The light hummed against the glass like a contained t

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

Instead of the customary flat-white light flowing down from above, a muted red glow seemed to emanate upward from the baseboards - intermittent patches of red light spilling out onto the tile floors. As Jim gazed down the murky corridor, he realized he should have anticipated the scene. Virtually all major galleries employed red service lightning at night - strategically placed, low-level, noninvasive lights that enabled staff members to navigate hallways and yet kept the paintings in relative darkness to slow the fading effects of overexposure to light. Tonight, the museum possessed an almost oppressive quality, Long shadows encroached everywhere, and the usually soaring vaulted ceilings ap

I don't need to be a wolf to know that it's Conrad howling for his mate to come back. I can't take it anymore. I wrap my arms around Prince Eli and gently whimper into his thick woolen jumper. I know I need to be strong for my best friend, but I'm struggling. Prince Eli just rubs my back, making me think he also needs comfort. I have the curtains drawn as it is easier to focus with artificial light, but the damn curtains are not closing properly. A stream of moonlight is entering the room, throwing my focus off due to the distraction.

Untouched. Drakonios entered first, his tall frame moving like shadow and fire. Elianna followed slowly, her fingers brushing the smooth black wall, her breath catching in her throat. He usually hated light — preferring the comfort of shadows, of quiet. But tonight was different. With a single snap of his fingers, a soft crack echoed through the room. Suddenly, light spilled from the crystal sconces embedded in the walls. Warm, golden, glowing like candlefire mixed with stardust. It wrapped the room in a gentle magic. And at the far end — a full-length glass mirror stood like a still pool of water.

(Few Moments ago) The low hum of fluorescent lighting buzzed above Lena's head as she hunched over her textbook, a pen clenched tightly between her fingers. Her dorm room was dimly lit, the only light source being the desk lamp that illuminated pages of political theory and legislation she couldn’t care less about. Outside her window, the late afternoon sun had given way to shadows that stretched long across the campus. Her brows furrowed as she re-read the same paragraph for the third time.