Reader Light Novels & Stories

"The text says she could see what others could not until she showed it to them." The library is quiet. River is looking at the window. The October morning light is coming through it in the flat pale way of this time of year and she is watching it with the tracking quality, the gold eyes following the angle of it across the floor. "She can already see the light moving," Soren says from the doorway. "She has been watching it since we came in here," I say. "Lyra watched the leaf shadows," Ivy says. "River is watching the light itself," Bastien says. "Not the shadow it makes. The light."

--- Outside. Daniel Kane lowered his rifle. His voice remained calm. "Thirty seconds." He wasn't angry. He wasn't emotional. To him... This was simply another mission. --- Elena quietly looked around the lighthouse. Her eyes stopped on the enormous lighthouse lens above them. A memory surfaced. Richard's journal. 'Even when surrounded by darkness... a lighthouse only needs one light to change everything.' She suddenly smiled. Adrian noticed immediately. "You have another plan." "I do." She looked toward Luca.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Soon, both teams assembled in the middle of the corridor before continuing beyond. Lukas and his team led ahead. He kept his rifle raised for any entities or monsters that might appear. As soon as they were halfway across the corridor, the moonlight had ceased providing illumination. He activated his visor's Low-Light Vision feature and his surroundings enlightened as if it was day.

Naglakad lakad muna ako sa campus at napadpad sa canteen ng Business Ad department nang matanaw kong muli ang lalaking nakita ko kahapon. He's alone. Busy siya sa pagha-highlight ng kung ano sa librong hawak niya. Kinuha ko ang lighter sa bag ko bago naglakad papalapit sa kaniya. "Is this yours?" I asked him. Umupo ako sa tapat na upuan niya. He's wearing a dark grey polo and black pants. He first looked in my hands where the lighter is then he finally looked at me. I smiled. Sinusubukang bumawi sa inis na dinulot niya sa akin kahapon.

He told Elian this, later, while they were in the kitchen making dinner — not the fish, something simpler, the first-night provisions that didn't require precision but required being made together in a kitchen that was now theirs. "The light is continuous," Elian said, cutting bread with the attention he gave to things he did by hand. "I like that." He paused. "The novel has that — the light moving through it, from the beginning to the end. I didn't plan it consciously. But it's there." "What kind of light?" Dante asked. "Atlantic light," Elian said. "The specific quality of light that has been over water. It's different from interior light. It's been through more." He paused. "It knows some

That's how high-tech my house is. Aside from the gate, the door scanner, my eighty inches LED TV, my lights, computer, and some of my equipment as an assassin are all high-tech. My tv and lights are sensors. With just one applause, my tv will turn on and off and with a flick of my fingers the lights will automatically turn on and off too. While my computer is like a person talking to me and answering all of my questions as if I am talking to a real person.

, he ordered, and Blake nodded that he understood. It was dark when he entered the room, which was strange, because it was a lamp beside the bed, on the nightstand, and the sound of a machine wasn't heard. Kayden felt coldeness. He switched the light, but there was no power. He went mad. He had good eyesight in the dark, and he couldn't see her. But, in the hallway was a power, there was a light, he just saw it. He took the battery from the drawer and lit up the room.

The fear, the greed, but also the hope of those who’d tried to stop them. And then, the words changed, forming right in front of them: “The truth is not a weapon. It is a light. It will not force anyone to believe but it will let them see. Those who have hidden in the dark will try to put it out. But light only grows stronger when it is shared.” As Elara read those words aloud, the light from the pages spread a little further, touching the walls, the shelves, the very air in the room. Outside, the wind seemed to pick up, soft but steady, like it was carrying something away.

Now or never. Carefully, Ray worked the lighter out from under his wrist and into his palm. Ray's fingers trembled, and he paused to take a steadying breath. He knew that he couldn’t risk dropping it. The lighter was one of those fancy-flip top ones. He flicked it open and nearly gasped. It had a push-button ignition rather than the rolly-wheel that was hit or miss. Thank goodness for small miracles. Ray took a deep breath and craned his wrist to the side, pressing down on the button as he aimed for the rope binding hiss wrist. The ropes were thick and heavy but, from the looks of it, they were made of natural fibers—not plastic—and seemed to be quite old. Hopefully, that would work in his f