Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

So I stayed. The café was filling with the evening crowd now—students from nearby universities with laptops and headphones, a few couples celebrating early dinners, and a mother soothing a toddler with gentle humming. The lights cast everything in a golden haze, and the fireplace flickered in the back corner, making shadows dance slowly across the walls.

"We need to look perfect." The doors swung open and we walked in, the Grand Hall was a cathedral of black glass and soaring arches, lit by thousands of floating LED candles that mimicked a starlit sky. As we walked down the central aisle, the conversations died down to a low, buzzing murmur. I felt the weight of a hundred gazes. Some were admiring the diamonds woven into my silk while most were calculating the political implications of the color.

The cold floor sent chills through the soles of my feet as I walked quietly, doing my best not to make a sound. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed a soft light glowing from the kitchen. Low voices echoed through the hallway, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying from where I stood. I crept closer, careful with each step, until I was just outside the kitchen door.

Leo slammed his body hard against the heavy iron bar of the final security door. The rusty metal gave a loud, painful screech before swinging open completely. The cool, damp night air of the underground VIP parking lot hit my face, shocking my senses after the suffocating heat of the kitchen hallways. The space was massive, lit only by a few flickering yellow lights that cast long, scary shadows across the grease-stained concrete floor.

He sat by Logan and waited for the doctor to come out. the red light on the top of the operation room was blinking, and all the hope was tied to it. and then after many long hours the light turned off and the doctors came out. Both of them rushed towards him with a hopeful expression. …………………………

She was probably the only person immune to me and that added to what made her a great friend. I turned off my phone and went out to check on the real reason I'd come to this shitty bar chock-full of humans. Fate smiled on me as I saw her talk to a man with a green mohawk and relinquish her place behind the turntable. Finally. Tucking into my phone into the pocket of my blazer, I took the stairs down and the first thing I felt was the heat that all the people were generating. The dancefloor was illuminated from underneath by strobe lights and that added to the heat. I was surprised that none of the sweat covered humans that were dancing felt it.

By this time, Scott was covered in golden lights. Just then, the rest arrived, and they all gazed at the light confused and apprehension. “What is going on?” Ryan asked. “Just watch.” KuLaa turned around and saw several True blood behind her. When they saw her look at them, they all went on their knees and chorused “My Liege!” She nodded her head in acknowledgment and started addressing them.

The senior priest's voice rang throughout the sacred grounds, and the pack cheered thunderously. The horns and drums of celebrations thundered as bonfires were lit, and the celebrations began. Lyon took my hand as we left the stage, his warm grasp enveloping me, his warmth vivid and eternal. I looked up at the night sky, where the stars were bright and the moon was radiant, illuminating the path ahead while gently embracing Lyon and myself, the new Alpha and Luna.

My face colored and I looked away shyly. "No need to be shy, Luna. We all have that one man we will never be able to resist." She said and I smiled. She dangled a set of car keys in front of me, "C'mon, I promised your friend that I'll drop you off at your house." Willow led me out of the house and to a garage. We got in an Audi and she started the car. She drove according to my directions and in half an hour we were at my house. It was a very quiet ride which I was okay with.

The City Under is carved beneath a mountain, sloping downward until the ground to where my feet right now becomes the ceiling. The other guard said, “Just by the look of it, you’ll either die of cold or be pulled down by a creature only the Moon Goddess knows.” I grunted, the same grunt that Beta Audrey did hours ago. No moon waved hello in the sky tonight so the only light that gives us are the torches lining the path to The City Under’s entrance. And the brook the guard pointed to… “It’s dark in there.” The other guard snorted, “What else would it be? Are you expecting a disco ball atop a brook?”