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His eyes began to hurt from the intense brightness. Seconds later, the giant trolls were all blocked by the white light that came in between them and the great armies. The light made a cut across the battlefield separating the two parties. It was almost like a huge wall now. Its height going up to a hundred meters. King Sindrion Celeste looked at his wife knowingly. The others remained shocked and confused by the magical great light. Just before any of them could recover, the wall of light started to move forward, in different directions, like a semicircle expanding.

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.

LUNA'S POV I looked at myself in the mirror. I was different from the usual girls you'll see in New York. I had pure black hair, a round face with big gray eyes, a small nose, and a curvy shape. I was very well endowed but even though I was body confident, I got a lot of unwanted attention. I looked at the time and realized I was late. I bolted out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't wait for the bus and my workplace was just ten minutes away.

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

As I entered from the real world at dawn, and it is now night, I hope this corresponds to the real world and that we only have to survive the day before the moon rises. Serena's light seems to have stabilized. It's no longer flickering, but it is still very dim. At least it's there. Lewana is curled up in my lap and snuggled against my chest. I make sure she is as comfortable as possible as I hold her, determined to not only fight the shadows that threaten her but also keep them from giving her more nightmares. It doesn't feel like an entire night has passed when it starts to get light again, but I'm relieved when it does. I know I have to survive with our girls, but I know if the shadows ne

Bernice Christian rose from the couch, his movements fluid and purposeful as he crossed the room to turn off the lights. The sudden darkness accentuated his silhouette, tall and powerful in his black shirt. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, struck by how the simple act of dimming the lights could transform the atmosphere so completely. The city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. It felt as though we were suddenly transported to our own private world, far removed from the chaos and complications of our daily lives.

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.

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.