Tiny Light Novels & Stories

The assistant glanced back just as the car drove into a tunnel. The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. All she could make out was his hands resting on his knees. He casually flicked a lighter on and off. The lighter was plain silver-white, with no fancy patterns or brand names. It was just a simple, old-school flip lighter. The only thing that stood out was the orange gem at the bottom. It shone like the last glow of a sunset.

Lin Ming felt himself drenched in cold sweat and at this moment, he suddenly found himself in an endlessly dark space and specks of light were flying in the void, like fragments of a broken mirror. The largest one is the size of a palm, the smallest one is the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of all the spots of light

I walked up to it to check what it was… It was a very negligible red light, the only way I was able to see it was because the room was darkened. It seemed like it was in the lamp itself. I carefully carried the lamp and started to dismantle it. Are lamps supposed to have red lights??? I finally was done dismantling it at the speed of light and that was when I saw s little camera like figure very tiny. My heart raced back and forth north ways south west in all four cardinal points it better not be what I was thinking. I took a picture of it and sent it to Alex. In a minute he responded. “Sir that's s mini camera that can be placed in very unnoticeable places and it's activated!”..

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, my breath still coming in those shaky, pathetic hitches that happen when you’ve got no tears left. I was about to tell Mauro to just take me back, to just let me go home and give up when I saw it. It was tiny. A little golden speck, miles away, sitting on the edge of a dark silhouette that had to be one of the small islands scattered along the coast. It wasn't the bright, blinking light of a buoy or the beam of a lighthouse. It was soft, flickering. Like a campfire or a single lamp in a window.

Clearly, they did not expect to find something behind walls. “I can make a mage light for each of you that will float a bit ahead of ech of you,” Mitne gave a salution and they all seemed fien with that answer. He let small bluish white lights appear above each of their heads and as they started to move into the tunnel, the light moved a bit ahead of them. That is nice.

My breath caught in my throat. There, deep in the trees, a small light flickered. It wasn't a firefly. It wasn't a star. It was a tiny, glowing red dot. It wasn't on the glass. It was moving. It danced across the stone wall of the house, climbing higher and higher until it rested right on the frame of my window, inches from my face.

The mark beneath my shirt flared immediately. Warm. Eager. Alive. Tyler stepped beside me. "What is it?" I couldn't look away. "I think..." My voice barely rose above a whisper. "I think she had the same mark." Nobody spoke after that. The darkness outside deepened. Night settled across the ruins. The city seemed to retreat into shadow, for a while everything remained still. Then I saw it. A light. Far away. Tiny. Almost fading. Not moonlight. Not a reflection. A lantern.

, 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.

My left leg screams at the scrape of fabric. Ty ducks under my arm wordlessly, forcing me to rest my weight on him. “The lesser Lord Hajni, at your service.” His awkward bow almost dumps me back onto the sand. I wheeze something like a laugh. “See those lights?” Ty gestures toward Tansy Tower as we struggle up a dune. Points of greenish light jump and dance like fire. I nod. “Branches we pull out of the ocean burn like that,” he says tiredly. “We only light them for the dead.”

I lower my magic with a huff, and the slimy tentacles laugh at me. "She is too weak to find it," they whisper just beyond my reach. "She will never find her way out of this prison." I am about to give up and go back to sleep for several more decades when I see it- a tiny light. It looks like it is far off in the distance when, in reality, it is right in front of my face. Slowly, I reach out my hand and touch the ball of light. Leaning forward, I squint my eyes and look through it as if it were a peephole. I can see the outline of three figures arguing with one another in a tiny room.