Waiting For The Light Novels & Stories

I sighed with my head still tucked between Kevins' neck, i told him to come in. Asher walks in amd i don't have to see his face to feel his grif. I shut my eyes closed as i waited for him to say the words i have been dreading for hours. "Light...its almost midnight. The ceremony needs to begin. I have prepared everything. We are waiting for you." "Ok." I whispered without looking at him. When i heard the door open and shut, my eyes finally opened and looked at the worried blue eyes looking back at me.

No human hair can stay that flawless after a whole day. About thirty minutes waiting in the dark room with only the conversation between Nash and Khronos to entertain me, the door finally swung open. Watching from behind the thick velvet curtains with x-ray vision, I tapped twice at the side of the visor to signal the target is on the move. Almost at once, the conversation stopped. “Lights out in five.” I gave one tap to the visor and began my silent count. On the fourth second, I moved into position just before the lights went out, it was action time.

Every star conceals its twinkle but the others exhibit its dazzle than the dims. My legs stretch up to walk down the stairs and pass the parking lot hurriedly without any hustle. I wait on the see-through bus post next to the guard house of the motel that no one is even keeping an eye on it. The cyan neon gleams bounce on my skin and light the gloom tangled around the seating bench. I raise my weight up and down like a kid waiting for the ice cream to be done at the corner. I raise my chin and turn it yet still doing the thing.

He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find words, but in the end, he just nodded to an employee to take me home. That night, I was alone, tidying up and drowning in a mix of calm and despair, waiting for Harold.

Lilith offers a small, almost apologetic smile, then adds, "It won't be anything intense. Just a drive. Some air. A change of scenery." Then she's gone, leaving me alone with the phone in my hands, and a new kind of anxiety crawling up my spine. The next morning, Lilith knocks again—this time with a light breakfast and a reminder: "You're leaving at ten. Dress warm." I almost ask where we're going, but she's already gone before I can. By the time I make it downstairs, the boys are waiting by the car. Nixon leans against the hood, sunglasses on, arms crossed like he owns the world. Mason's by the passenger door, tapping his fingers against the glass, visibly annoyed.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

Each person held a small, unlit candle. "We're here," Maya said, her voice carrying in the cold air, "because we believe in the return of the light. The longest night is a promise. It says that the dark will end. That the dawn will come. That the turning will continue." She lit her candle from the lantern on the porch, then passed the flame to the person beside her. It traveled, a small, steady light, from hand to hand, until the porch was dotted with a constellation of flickering flames.

She mutters with disgust. We've been walking for a while when we see an odd glowing light. “What do you think it is?” I ask nervously. Amara gazes toward the light with a questioning gleam. “I don't know. Just... just be careful.” I nod my head and take a few cautious steps. The urge to call out to Bree and Lana is almost overwhelming, but I resist.

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.

The officer opens his mouth— Then stops. Because a narrow beam of soft blue light descends from the structure. Landing directly in front of us. The crowd gasps. Phones lift again. Recording everything. My phone vibrates one last time. STEP INTO THE LIGHT, AIDAN. Ezra grabs my arm immediately. “No.” I meet his eyes. “It’s the only way this conversation happens.” Matteo scratches his head. “I hate everything about this.” The beam of light doesn’t move. It just waits.