Tiny Light Novels & Stories

They’re each attached by a wire that strings them along the white picket fence that leads up towards my house. I’m eager to follow them, like an entranced moth drawn to the light, I pick up the pace towards home. That’s when I see my house gorgeously decked out in the tiny light bulbs hung on the infrastructure surrounding it. Almost like little fireflies that sparkle calmly against the growing darkness.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Holding her hand a little too tight, he couldn’t wait to grip it harder to keep it warm. The night was growing colder and the room gradually darkened. The lavender light was a bit dim, and Marilyn couldn't see the room clearly. Suddenly, the room lit up, only to reveal a yellowish light filling the entire room, scattered with stars ranging from white to golden yellow, reflecting the yellowish light, like a starry sky during the day.

With a slightly tired smile on his face, he looked at the arc of light less than two meters long in his hand. Next, Caspian exerted a little force, and the arc light clicked, turning into countless light spots like fireflies, flying away toward the surroundings. In the end, only a small sword light tinier than a palm was left, and it slowly fell from mid-air to Caspian's palm.

The windows reflect the room back at itself, showing me ghost versions of the kitchen island, the marble counters, my own figure moving through the darkness. I don't turn on the main lights. I find the small lamp above the stove — a deliberate choice, placed there for exactly this purpose, for the small hours when you need light but not too much light. It creates a pool of warm yellow that turns the rest of the room into shadow. The effect is intimate, almost sacred. A circle of light in the darkness, and me standing in it.

The bedroom light clicked on, flooding the small space with a gentle glow. The room was simple, almost spartan in its furnishings. A small bed stood against the wall, a nightstand with a lamp beside it, a modest dresser, and a narrow window overlooking the city lights outside. Through the glass, the distant buildings twinkled like scattered stars against the dark sky. Nothing luxurious. Nothing fancy. Just comfortable, a safe haven carved from what little they had. Nina pulled back the blanket and patted the mattress, the fabric soft from years of washing. "Alright, champ," she said with a grin, trying to inject some playfulness into the moment.

The color completely drained from his face. "Maya," Liam said, his voice dropping into a tense, urgent register. "Don't press any buttons on that." I turned fully around, my breath catching in my throat. Maya was staring down at her open palm. Resting perfectly in the center of her hand was a tiny, intricate piece of matte-black hardware. It was no larger than a coin, blinking with a microscopic, rhythmic red light. It had been stuck directly to my back. Someone had gotten close enough to touch me in the middle of a crowded campus without me, or Stellan’s invisible shadow detail, ever noticing.

Noah The clicking is the only window we've ever had with this thing, and it's open right now, a foot from Bernard's face. Behind me a phone light comes on. It's a long way back, at the edge of the lot where the crowd is, and it's a small light. But it's pointed straight down the row of tea lights at the dark and if it’s joined by a few more it’s going to light up the dark enough for them to see what’s happening.

Not to mention that Aaron likes it dim, so it wouldn't be so bright. There's only one gadget in the room with a bluish light like this, and it is certainly not the bulbs.

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.