Tiny Light Novels & Stories

She sat on the kitchen counter and drank the smoothie which just tasted like honey and strawberries. "Come here." Beau whispered to her as he came back from her room. "Close your eyes and let me guide you." "Okay." She let him lead her into the bedroom and sit her down. "You can open your eyes now." She did so and gasped. "Oh goodness!" "Lower your voice you'll wake Ella up." "Sorry, it's just. Are these actual fireflies?" "No. They are really small lights shaped like fireflies. The floating effect is made by the electric charge on the caps. It's something I've been working on."

A horde like that always leaves a trail, no matter how minimal. The basement was dark and cramped and the lighting was very poor, with the only source of illumination coming from a tiny window through which rays of moonlight seeped in. I reached for a light switch and flipped and watched as the fluorescent lights brightened up the place, bringing the dingy space into full view. I made my way to the other side and entered a small cubicle. I smiled at my discovery.

The Lantern of Beginnings pulsed. Once. Immediately— one tower answered. A single golden light appeared near its highest window. Tiny. Faint. But unmistakable. A lantern. The light flickered uncertainly. As though asking a question. Hope instinctively lifted the Lantern of Beginnings. Its warm glow spread gently across the silent sea. The lonely lantern brightened. Then— another tower answered. Then another. One by one, faint lights appeared throughout the crystal forest. Not many. Just enough to prove one thing.

Very small. But real.

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

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.

Look up again. I did. The sky had turned black again, but tiny white lights started blinking above us, slow and irregular. They shimmered in and out, then clustered together, moving across the dark in sharp, deliberate strokes. The words came one at a time. All. For. You. Happy. Birthday. M. The lights stayed for a beat, then scattered, drifting outward like sparks caught in a breeze. They shrank, pulling higher and farther until they disappeared past the rooftops. Then silence.

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

Small, bright, gentle. “That’s too big,” Kael said. Alessia sighed, “It’s tiny.” “Tiny isn’t small enough.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re impossible.” “Smaller.” She tried. The glow dimmed a little. “Smaller.” It dimmed again. “Smaller.” “It’s going to disappear,” she snapped. “Good. Make it disappear,” Kael said. She closed her hand, focusing on pulling Lux inward instead of outward. The light compressed into a faint dot. Her jaw clenched. Sweat prickled her forehead.