Your Name Light の小説・ストーリー

Ella countered. “A bridge,” Jake added. “A hope,” Ella whispered. Silence settled again. Sacred. Soft. Ella looked into her son’s eyes. “I want her name,” she said slowly, “to mean light.” Jake inhaled. Ella’s voice grew steadier. “Not fire. Not power. Light. The kind that guides. The kind that finds you in darkness.” Jake leaned in. “What name?” Ella smiled, tears slipping freely now. “Elias.” Jake’s whole body went still.

He then frowned and said, "In that case, you must be a cultivator from the Light World too. How are you so evil?" He looked hateful when Wilbur said that and replied coldly, "Do you think you can borrow from any power and use it as you please? The power of light on Earth is impure, so I can only rely on the inferior power of light. My name is Kortlin, and I'm not a fan of killing. I'm only a battle enthusiast from one of the Light Worlds."

I named the company Lumière. Light. The thing that arrives without asking permission. That illuminates everything equally, without favouring anyone. I had chosen it the night after Noah was born, lying in the hospital bed with him asleep on my chest and the city dark outside the window, and I had not questioned it once since. The investment meeting at Vale Enterprises was on a Tuesday morning in May.

I clicked on my lighter, but nothing happened. “Here,” and a flame appeared from my right. I leaned in, pulling on my cigarette to get it going. I looked further up the arm, and there stood a young man, probably a little older than me but not a lot. He had a buzzcut, something that looked like he did it himself, with impeccable green eyes. “Don’t mind Ed,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “He was born that way, and we can’t seem to change it.” His accent was so thick, I had to concentrate a little to understand what he said. “I’m Liam,” he ended, holding out his hand.

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.

Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand. "Finally, my mate," he grinned, a sick smile on his face. "Are you ready to begin our eternal journey together?" "Why don't you try my 'eternal journey' first," I said, turning to face him. A golden light flashed in my eyes. In that instant, a powerful wave of my own aura flooded from me. Damien's body froze. The mechanical legs screeched and whined but were completely immobile. "How... how is this possible?" he stared at me, his eyes wide with terror. "Your power... it's never been this strong."

A light. A keeper of flame. A name not carried in power, but in memory. And the fire, at last, remembered.

Eve’s POV Morning arrived softly, the sun spilling golden light through the cracks in the man’s hut, he who later revealed himself to be Kimani{Kee-ma-nee}. I tossed and turned uncomfortably whilst trying to not wake Malik or Dorian, but they were already up, sitting quietly by the corner.

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

“This is my mom’s favorite soup. She always makes it for the warriors when they return from battle. It’ll help your wolf heal faster.” “Thanks,” I murmured, glancing down at the greenish-yellow contents of the plate. The sight of it made my stomach churn uneasily, a wave of reluctance washing over me. Despite that, I added, “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. But… I don’t even know your name.” Her gaze fell, and for a fleeting moment, I caught the shadow of guilt and pain in her eyes. When she finally looked up, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Light. My name is Light.”