Light World の小説・ストーリー

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

he said, and the words carried more honest weight than anything he had said since the duel began. Nova's light reached its full expression, and the expansion of it across the clearing was not the burst of something that has been contained and released but the opening of something that has been present and has decided to be visible, and it moved across the space with the steady, comprehensive quality of dawn arriving, touching everything without preference and altering the quality of everything it touched in the way of light that carries something in addition to itself.

‌(Ar⁠ia’s POV) ‌Light cu‌ts thr⁠ough my ey‍elids be‍f‌ore thou‍ght ret⁠urns. I‍t isn’t morning light—too white‍, too still. It hums faintl⁠y, as if fed by electricit‌y rather th‌an sun.

A living light. The idea took root. The Harmony couldn't send food or water through the Weave, but they could send light. Specifically, they could send seeds for the soft, glowing moss that grew in the Silver Grove and the Kaelesta trees. It was a light that required no power grid, that grew and spread naturally. It was a light of life. It was a small thing. A seemingly insignificant gesture. But in a world plunged into darkness, both literal and metaphorical, it was a start.

Remember how I said it was dark as we got closer to the hospital before, well now I could barely see a foot in front of me. “YOU DARE ATTACK MY PACK!” Aerian screamed. “You are coming with us you angel slut. The boss wants your whore ass.” one of them hissed. I let out a growl but had to grab onto something when the ground lurched. I went to step forward but ran into what I can only describe as an invisible barrier. Aerian and Savannah had walled themselves with the rogues. They were working in sync to take them out. All we could do was stand there and watch as Aerian raised her hands as she absorbed all the light within her. Savannah was keeping us from getting hurt. Aerian’s arms dropped t

What's going on—" Her words faltered as Damien pressed a button. In an instant, the oppressive darkness was replaced with a breathtaking display of shimmering lights. The scenery before her was magical, like something out of a dream. Majestic archways adorned with twinkling lights stretched as far as her eyes could see. Each arch was intricately designed with delicate white metalwork, interwoven with clusters of vibrant flowers. Fairy lights danced across the vivid blooms, their colors blending into a mesmerizing spectrum. String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment.

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

(Olivia’s POV) There were blinding lights. I lifted my hands to shield my face, squinting as the searing brightness pressed against my closed eyelids. It was endless, consuming, like staring into the sun. Slowly, the intensity ebbed, the light softening to a warm glow that bathed the space in golden hues. I lowered my hands cautiously, blinking to adjust. The world around me was unfamiliar—a vast expanse of white, pristine and unbroken. No walls. No sky. Just light.

As I slowly got used to the warmth inside, I pulled out my phone with shaky hands, clinging to a sliver of hope. The only thing Marvin ever left me was his ancient, untouched social feed, which, to my surprise, got an update today. [Snowy day, sweetheart, and roast dinners — pure bliss.] The photo showed Wendy sprawled in front of a panoramic window, lost in the snowy view, with a table laden with bubbly drinks and roasted meals behind her. The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere.

Don’t get him wrong, the graveyard was still used so there was no worry about it disappearing from erosion. Alfred walked through. There’s been enough people through here that he could follow the trail even in the dark of night. Oh, he wasn’t a fool. He brought a light with him. A secret most humans didn’t know is that supernatural creatures long ago learned green or coloured light was better at night than white light because it affected nightlight less and there were too many supernatural friends and foes to write that extra one to twenty seconds for your eyes to adjust.