Another Light Romane & Geschichten

“It roars.” “It hums,” I said. “And that’s good. Humming means functioning.” “Humming means hungry.” “Your frame of reference is broken.” I flicked the headlights on. He recoiled. “They glow like the ring.” “They are LED.” “I thought that was the demon rectangle.” “That’s also LED.” “Why do your lights all bear the same name?” he demanded. “Are they related?” “They’re… diodes.” “That explains nothing.” “Good,” I said. “Welcome to modern technology.”

Now I'm waiting for the count to begin. One emperor, one light. After ten minutes of silence, the light turned on. Please assist me with counting. The first five white lights flashed, then three yellowish lights flashed, one dim light flashed, and finally, one red light flashed. Thank you very much. Thank you to my grandfathers who have voted; eleven of you have done so. Those who believe we should take the saw route, please show yourself as your light has shown. Five red lights appeared first, followed by two yellowish lights, and finally one faint light.

He entered the club designed with different types of multicoloured ceiling lights ranging from Parabolic Carnister light,Moonflowers to Beam lights. James went straight to the bar and sat down on one of the chairs there.He immediately ordered for a drink which he gulped immediately,the reflection of the light coming from the parabolic Carnister beamed into his eyes making him remember his dead kids as their memories flashed through his mind.He kept ordering for more drinks and within a short period of time he became tipsy.

The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays. - I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.

I felt rushed of coldness running through me, it made me reach for Walter as he wrapped me in his arm, rubbing my shoulder and giving me the warmth that I needed. "I need to ask my elders, this is way beyond my knowledge." She got up and reached above her kitchen cabinets, and retrieved some candles, then she closes all the shades and curtains making the room dimmer for her needs. Walter and I sat in silence in front of her as she does her thing, minutes went by as she communicates with her elders then the candles unexpectedly are blown out by a gust of wind, darkness surrounds us immediately. Walter grabbed my hand immediately, assuring me that I was safe, that he was next to me.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning, my head throbbing with pain as I jolted awake. Right. I did not have to end up like that. It was my lovesick bravery that had me shield Samuel with my own body when the accident happened. He walked away with scratches, while I was left with broken bones, a severe concussion, and trapped in a coma. I had believed that my love would be returned in kind. However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago.

As the door creaked open and a dazzling expanse of light emerged, a gentle hum filled the air. Iris took a hesitant step forward, shielding her eyes. For a moment, she felt a connection—a link tugging at her soul—as the light surrounded her. "Aiden," she said, his presence subtle but evident. Her heart tightened. The danger was as close as he was. The Light-Based Attack The warmth became unbearable as she moved farther into the light, the air getting heavier with every breath. She hesitated, her senses alert. Behind her, there was a little growl.

she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Yea yea… wait, hold on,” I said suddenly, as I noticed something odd. There were two light bulbs in the room, one on each side of the bed. They looked normal, but they were slightly different from the ones I had bought. They were more shiny and sleek, as if they were new. Could it be? “What is it?” Sheba asked curiously, following my gaze. “The lights,” I said quietly, pointing at the light bulbs. “They look different from the ones we had before. Maybe he changed them and hid something inside.”

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.