Tiny Light Novels & Stories

She walked away but stopped when her eyes fell on the carton. She bent down and gazed at it. The carton was closed tightly. She saw a small note on top. It was a receipt he checked it out and it read; 25 Laser Bulbs Received Signed: Morgan's High School. "What's this?" She thought. Tessa suddenly remembered the red bulb Kristen used that day. "Laser bulbs. A bulb which is used in weakening the supernatural cause of its empowered light. Its rads are enough to make them powerless and weak- "Geez!" She cut herself off.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

I need some air. Naglakad ako papuntang rooftop ng building na ito. Napangiti ako sa ganda ng tanawin mula rito sa taas. Kita ko ang halos kalahati ng Metro Manila. City lights… Tumingala ako at pinagmasdan ang mga napakagandang bituin. Totoo nga bang nagiging butuin ang isang tao kapag nawala ito sa mundo? Kung ganoon ay sana nga para naman kahit papaano ay nakikita ko siya.

she says excitedly, her eyes going wide. “That was probably a sprite.” “Maeve made the sprites around our packs little lights, so every night, it looks like we have lightening bugs in the forests, but really, it’s just them,” Malin says, smiling at Cohen. “It does make the forest look magical,” he says, smiling back at her. “Are they all white lights?” Marlene asks, getting more and more excited.

Here, in this throat of the earth, it sounded brave, and small, and very, very human. The footsteps stopped. The silence that fell was so complete it was a weight on their chests. Even the pulsing light in the rock froze. Tess realized she could hear her own heart, a frantic bird against the terrible quiet. Then, from the absolute black, two lights kindled. Not the hot yellow of a wolf’s eyes. Not the cool blue-white of Liam’s power. These were a dull, molten gold, like the last embers of a giant’s forge. They were huge, the size of dinner plates, and they were set far, far apart.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

I stand in the doorway a moment allowing what little natural light is available to filter into the shack from around my body. One of the good things about black out eyes is their sensitivity towards low light situations. I can easily see that these are single room efficiencies. They are small, only about 200 square feet with only the bare basic necessities.

Wet dots. I tried to look around myself. Except for complete darkness I saw none. My limbs moved on their own accord. Though it was dark, I moved ahead. I hoped to find the end of this dark tunnel, wishing that it would greet me with an opening radiating with light. I walked and continued to walk until I saw a dot flickering across my gaze. It was the size of a pearl. But as I stared at it with undivided focus, it grew bigger. Within a minute it grew the size of watermelon, and as I continued to look at it, it protruded and in an instant a dazzling brilliance enveloped the space.

The first thing I noticed wasn't the silence—though that would come later, pressing against my eardrums like cotton wool—but the lights. Tiny pinpricks of gold that danced between the trees like earthbound stars, too regular to be sunlight filtering through leaves, too purposeful to be mere reflection. Fireflies, my rational mind insisted. Nothing more than insects going about their evening business, despite the fact that it was barely past dawn and fireflies didn't typically illuminate forests in broad daylight.

I thanked him with a smile and headed for the door. That was when my phone buzzed to life. It was a message from Betty. There was Darren, eyes shut, snoozing on her shoulder in the photo with a caption attached. [He treated me so well last night, I left him a hickey as a thank-you. If that bothers you… that’s not really my problem.] Just to make sure I saw it, she had sent it directly to me too. That was not the first time Betty had taunted me like that.