Sci Fi Light Novels & Stories

“How far northwest?” I typed to Aldric. His reply came back in a heartbeat. “Three hours. Toward the silver light. She can see it from where she is.” I turned my screen to Rhydian. He read it, then glanced out at the spreading light near the trees, steady, patient, and honestly, it didn’t care what problem it was causing. “Can we stop it?” Malek asked. “I don’t know how,” I said. “The mark,” Soren said. “If the mark controls the light…."

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

" My voice was shaking with terror as I asked. She remained silent. Rather, she moved in closer and stroked my hair. I felt like I had known her my entire life, so I didn't flinch. Then she moved close to me and said softly but firmly in a whisper, "The light rests inside of you." Follow the fire when it beckons. I stood confused, surprised by what she had said. She caressed my cheek again and gave me a dejected smile. "Take care my child," she whispered. Suddenly, a thick, silvery fog rose from the ground. It lifted her off her feet, curling around her like a living creature. "Hold on—!" I cried out as I reached through the fog, but all I could grasp was cold mist. "Who are you? Who is Lig

Her movements were fluid and arrogant, a stark contrast to the frantic, mechanical energy of the Western engineers surrounding her. ​“Your mathematics are based on the movement of steam and gears, Master Leo,” Su-Min replied, her voice smooth and dripping with a quiet, cultured disdain. “You treat the light as if it were a physical weight. It is not. The light is a living thought. It does not bend because you tell it to with your brass mirrors. It bends because the Weaver commands the frequency to submit. Your angle is irrelevant if the spirit of the beam is not properly coerced.”

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

Complete annihilation, as if he'd never been born. For a man who'd built his identity on legacy, it was the ultimate price. "Acceptable," Charon whispered, and slammed the weapon into the Harbinger's hide. Light exploded. Not golden, like Jack's Alpha power. Not silver, like Olivia's psychic energy. This was something older—the light that existed before darkness had a name. The Harbinger screamed. An impossible sound, ripping across dimensional barriers, hundred miles in every direction. And in its obsidian shell, for exactly 3.7 seconds, a crack appeared.

“Perfect,” the woman said, clapping. “You’re in the pink cloud section. Right this way!” “Pink cloud section,” Vandaulf repeated flatly. “Sounds like a cult.” Lily leaned into him. “You’re in too deep now, snack knight. Embrace the glitter.” "This one has Bluetooth," Lily said, nodding to a spaceship-looking, really modern stroller. "Bluetooth? To play for what—streaming lullabies or ordering an Uber when I freak out during diapering?"

I look directly at the moon and see the light dimming even more as the sky is drowned in shadow, as the whiphers start to surround us all from every direction. The wolves start to panic, whimper in fear as they cover their ears. Our soldiers start looking around frantically to find the enemy to shoot and defend me, but there is no protection. The quartz starts to glow more intently as physical shadows start sweeping at them, but retreat when they get too close to the light. I can feel the connection between Serena and the Moon growing stronger and know what is about to happen. I start to float on the spot as I feel myself being filled with light. I can feel myself filling from my toes to the