Black Light Target Novels & Stories

he said as he wrapped a piece of white cloth in a bamboo. I nodded. "How can I do that?" I asked him. He did not speak, and a black object circled the centre of the stone, just in front of the bamboo he built. With his hands, he lit the white cloth, causing me to almost jerk in shock. He is outstanding.

everyone chorused around him. Lucifer pointedly avoided looking at Amber. He was angry about the stunt she pulled today. But her words stung more than he cared to admit. She completely disregarded him in front of everyone. He knows everyone is wearing complete black outfits to blend in. They don't want to risk shining like a sore thumb and being targeted by the dark creatures. As much as they saw and heard about them, the dark creatures prefer Black. So if they wore black then they can blend easily and the dark creatures will not be able to differentiate between them and their own. At least it won't be that obvious and it might cost them precious seconds to attack.

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

​The last thing I saw before the world went black was the red light of the warehouse beacon, still blinking on the wall. ​Target acquired.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Claudia took out a lipstick-like flashlight from her pocket and said, “This is a violet flashlight with a specific wavelength which is not quite the same as the wavelength for the violet light that is generally used for the inspection of banknotes. It is not easy to buy this flashlight on the market, and there is also a special potion that goes with this violet flashlight. The potion will only show up under the wavelength of this violet light. After they have selected their target, they will use this potion to draw a specific mark on the door of the selected target’s home.” “This is a rule made between several gangs in order to avoid competing against each other. They limit the maximum numbe

However, the heat from it was similar to being near the sun if that was what we wanted. I locked onto our target, an ugly ass Darkie, and hurled the light towards it. The body exploded on impact. Unfortunately, it was one ability that had to be used sparingly because of the fact that it required so much energy. It was a great nuke, but each nuke took plenty of time to refuel.

Ren switched his visual feeds to ambient-light amplification. Emerging from the pitch-black shadows of the dead Sector 6 streets were shapes. They were sleek, humanoid, and entirely painted in light-absorbing vantablack. They didn't carry kinetic rifles. They carried long, vibrating, high-frequency monomolecular blades that emitted no heat and no light. "Target lock failed," Ren's internal system warned him. The Behemoth's advanced AI couldn't track the entities. They were invisible to radar, thermal, and electronic scans. "What are they?" Leo asked, straining to see the monitors.

The engine of the war machine was roaring to life, fueled by the secrets of a broken girl and the wrath of a man who had finally found a target worthy of his power. ​As the vans peeled out of the fortress and into the American night, Silas’s voice echoed over the comms. ​"Target distance: 30 miles. All systems green. The Vulture is blind." ​Roman looked out at the passing trees, his hand resting on the hilt of his tactical knife. The shell game was over. And Arthur Blackwood was about to find out that when you play with ghosts, you eventually end up in the grave.