Light Eng Novels & Stories

What else could I possibly do with such magic? "The skill to generate light outside your body." Freya's voice cut through my concentration and I closed my fist, letting the globe of light vanish into thin air. Perspiration beaded my forehead as I used the back of my hand to wipe at my face. The longer I held onto the light, the harder it was on my body. According to Freya, the light was my body turning the energy inside my veins into light energy. It seemed like pretty basic Physics class, however, no one told me that holding onto the light and keeping it glowing for more than ten seconds sucked the energy out of my body like a vacuum cleaner.

A radiant light poured from it, flooding the battlefield with its warmth and power. Lara lifted her hand, and as she did, the light intensified. She aimed it at Thana, and when the beam of pure energy touched the Queen of Darkness's face, Thana let out an ear-piercing shriek. Writhing in agony, Thana’s skin began to crack as dark smoke escaped from the wounds. The light from the ring burned with the intensity of a thousand stars, pushing back the shadows that clung to Thana like a second skin.

Harold finally caved to their relentless curiosity, "Okay, okay, no more questions. We're off to Lunaris Inn later for some stargazing." Out of nowhere, Selena piped up, "Lunaris Inn, that's the spot for lovers—pricey and oh-so-romantic. It's open just once a month, and our Alpha snagged the grandest suite. They say it's a glass palace that glows wild and beautiful in the moonlight... Talk about a couple goals for our alpha and his mate." My polite grin was on the verge of cracking. I was in the dark about such intimate plans, yet Selena was in the know before me.

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]

With a mere flick of his wrist, Samuel sent my mother tumbling to the ground, her elbow scraping a long, raw gash on the unforgiving concrete. Blood oozed out in a scarlet flood. However, Samuel, as unfeeling as stone, did not even flinch at the sight. He tenderly grasped Amelia's wrist, pressing it gently, his voice laced with feigned concern, "Amelia, don't be so hard on yourself. It pains me to see you like this… You're just too soft-hearted!" He said, "I was the one who signed off on the cornea donation to you, and it's got nothing to do with you!"

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎Forever.

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

Chloe's expression darkened as she snapped, "If you don't get sicker, how else will Ethan stay with us? You're just at 100 degrees Fahrenheit and not enough to be admitted. We need it to get worse." Ignoring the chilly air, she took off Peanut's layers until he was left in a thin undershirt. Layla had whipped out her phone and started recording at some point. She leaned close and hissed, "Damn! She's ruthlessly using her kid to tie her man down! Her kid's freezing, but she doesn't even care! "I'm posting this online right now. The world needs to see this!"

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.