Starlight And Hughie Novels & Stories

"Then take it. But you won't take him." Leo raised his sword. "Move aside, Izzy. I don't want to hurt you, but I will. He has to die for our family to rise." "Our family is dead!" I shouted. "You killed it the moment you joined these murderers!" I didn't have a sword. I didn't have armor. But I had the Starlight. I reached deep inside my soul. I didn't try to hide my magic anymore. I let it roar. The silver mark on my collarbone began to glow so bright that the bone-masked man had to shield his eyes.

Mira giggled. You're doing a good job. Hope pressed her nose to Mira's cheek. Thank you. --- That night, Luan dreamed of the first wolf again. The great silver creature stood in a field of stars. Its golden eyes were bright. Its fur was soft. You have done what I could not, the first wolf said. You have given my hunger a name. A body. A home. Luan walked through the stars. They did not burn. Hope is not your hunger anymore, she said. She's her own wolf now.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

I was happy, but even more so because I had helped so many children. “Mr. Smith, would you like to say a few words?” The host’s question was the only one I was asked. I gripped the microphone tightly. “I know I’m just a small star in the vastness of the universe, but there are many like me, stars willing to burn themselves to spread knowledge. “I hope that we will never forget our true purpose and try our best to light up the world.” As thunderous applause filled the hall, I imagined my old teacher smiling down on me. “You did it, Dante. You did well.”

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

Belvour call. “You’re going to be okay. I promise. Just don’t forget to write me!” Jasmine gave Maia one last hug as Maia picked up her suitcase and slowly headed down the stairs, her legs weak. Two people stood in what would be a living room if this were a typical house. It had a nice couch, a brick fireplace, a light brown rug, white coffee table complete with various items like books and a tissue box. The first person she saw was the woman. She had her hair curled and her makeup was done to perfection. She wore a simple but expensive outfit and a pair of simple black high heels. Her pearl bracelet was worth more than Maia could imagine. Then she saw Mr. Sween.