Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

Behind him, a semicircle of fountains sends perfect arcs of water into a turquoise pool; LED spotlights cycle through sapphire, emerald, and ruby, turning the spray into liquid fireworks. We crawl past the porte cochère—limos nose‑to‑tail, valets in crisp white blazers whisking luggage onto gilt carts. Two stone horses rear at the driveway’s edge, harnessed to a chariot carved straight from marble, each muscle rendered so precisely the veins look ready to pulse. Above, a massive LED marquee flashes everything from heavyweight boxing to Elton John and—naturally—“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VEGAS!” in ten‑foot letters.

The greenhouse was truly a font as Zena had said. There were no lights or bulbs. The only source of light was the moon, casting its beam through the only window of the rooftop and causing everything in the space to be nothing but shadows. Zena flipped a switch and the room brightened up. The LED lights were hung up from one corner of the roof to another and they switched colors momentarily. Red, Blue, Green and bright whites that gave me a clear view of the rooftop. I looked around and expected to be more excited than I was now but what I felt was simply warmth at the simplicity of the space.

It groaned and gave way, clattering into a dark pit. They dropped. The impact jarred Bianca’s teeth. They were in the Underbelly now. It was a labyrinth built by the old cartels, a damp, lightless maze of concrete and dripping pipes that ran like a cancer under the city streets. The air was thick, tasting of iron and waste. "Stop. Here." Dante collapsed against a wet concrete pillar. He fumbled for a flashlight, the beam cutting a weak path through the gloom. "The Ledger. Give it to me."

They drove straight in. Inside was dark, the widows dirty, and the floor had patches of water which only revealed the holes in the roof; holes from which rays of the setting sun would penetrate in. A few of the lights were working, some of which would flicker from time to time, making an odd sound when they did; giving of an ominous feel. From the back seat, Jane could make out the shape of a large van parked under one of the bad lights, with about four men standing by as they flickered in and out.

Then I moved toward the entrance— and flicked off the lightbulb. Ledger stood in the hallway, fists clenched at his sides. “What are you doing?” He asked. I drew the curtains to shut out the moonlight. Nobody could see us from the outside. Now, I just needed to— “Atlas,” Ledger's voice grated my ears. “WHAT?” He paused, and something flickered in his eyes for just a moment—then it was gone, leaving my brain scrambling for meaning. “We need to talk.” “No…what you NEED to do, is park the car out back so noone can spot us.”

' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart. It turned out that Darren's obsession with cleanliness only kicked in when he was around me. I could still feel the dull pain of the wolf inside, but I managed to smile at Darren weakly. "Is the Luna crowning ceremony still on for tomorrow?" He froze for a second before replying, "I don't have the time. I won't make it home today. Don't sweat it. I'll make sure your crowning ceremony happens." I gave a small nod and handed him a pile of papers. "Sign this, will you?"

Seven said, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Maya looked through the back of the truck. Far below them, winding up the serpentine road they had just conquered, were two pairs of headlights. They weren't the warm, yellow glow of old halogen bulbs. They were the sharp, piercing white of Sterling tactical LEDs. "Reclaimers," Seven hissed. "They must have tracked the heat signature of the engine before it choked." "How much time?" Thorne asked, his voice trembling.

Only then did he lean back against the black leather seat with a sigh, running a hand through his black hair as if trying to compose himself for the day ahead. The car then continued around the corner through the columned opening that led to the underground parking garage. The modern underground parking garage, with dark grey asphalt floors and lighter painted parking bays was already relatively packed, with cars neatly parked in marked spaces. The cars vary in colours– red, blue, white, black– and appear to be mostly moder sedans and compact SUVs. Larger lightly grey rectangular concrete columns run in parallel rows along both sides of the lanes, supporting the ceiling. Around the base of e

It was kind of cute. Once everything was packed in the trunk, they loaded up into the Sonata. It turned him on when he put the key in the ignition and started her up. The radio came to life in a storm of coloured LEDs and patterns on the screen. The gauges on the dash were much brighter since Tony replaced them with LEDs. Every single tiny light in the Sonata was now LED and Dillon couldn't be happier with it. The footwell LEDs pulsed different colours as the speakers played their start-up jingle. With a huge grin, he grabbed Tony's wrist and shook it.

he said, but at that exact moment, something grabbed his attention. Somewhere inside the woods, very deep down behind some trees, Lucas saw a very tiny but shining light. And he immediately knew what it was. Or better, who it was.