Black Light Target Novels & Stories

Decus thus had a free run. Lucifer and Amon only noticed something when suddenly a bright light came towards them. Decus grinned a little. “Oh brother. Finally the time has come ~ ”Decus whispered, laughing maliciously. Lucifer growled angrily as Amon escaped to safety. The light was so powerful that it broke even Amon's shield, which he had erected to protect himself from Lucifer. Godric looked at his ancestor, then at Lucifer. "Do something!" He asked, also not expecting that Decus would take advantage of the absence of the two. "Apparently Decus wasn't on good terms with his brother even then." Godric had only thought and hoped both of them would get out of there safely. The light took ev

Unfortunately, they had no time for anything else than work, as Alistair surely wanted Damon in his hands as soon as possible, to quickly immerse him in the Lake of Darkness, so that he could safely complete his mission and get rid of the "chosen one" They created a kind of contrast - Marco had a dark complexion, black, slightly curly hair, while Chris was pale, with blonde hair in a very light shade. In addition, he was a head taller than his companion and terribly thin. Marco, on the other hand, had broad shoulders and an overall muscular body. They both wore knee-length black coats, trousers of the same color, and elegant shoes. From time to time both Marco and Chris winked at the girls t

The human body is truly a marvelous creation. I was arranging his last batch of shirts. Just when I hung up his very last black coat, the room started to get dark. Dark like when you turn off all the candles and lights. I started to freak out. Was there no electricity? Things like this don't happen in the castle. If they do, the Royals would just kill everyone responsible. Seconds past and the room became even darker. A moment after that, I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. It was then I realized that this had nothing to do with electricity.

The crowd was a mix of families, couples and friends, all shooting with different guns and targets on a quiet rainy Sunday. At the far end of each lane, targets had been mounted against thick backstops made of ballistic rubber, steel, or layered composite materials. The targets were paper silhouettes, steel plates, or digital screens that register hits instantly. The overhead lighting was bright and evenly distributed, eliminating shadows and ensuring clear visibility of sights and targets.

Even his black commanders blocked all the area outside Emily's college so that they can keep a check on everything. He knows that Emily's is Ryan's weakness if he kills her then Ryan will automatically become weak and it would be so easy and exciting to kill him then. But the main thing is, he wants to give that same pain to Ryan which he always felt in his life, the pain of longing.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

So the protagonist fainting was very timely and saved Yu Liang from a death flag. However, this made Yu Liang think that the original cannon fodder abused the unconscious protagonist. Of course, the cannon fodder was drugged too; even so, he could only imagine how disturbed they both woke up. Xiao Yao System: Not exactly, the mental correction of Dark BL characters is very strong, they are not traumatized, just embarrassed. To traumatize a Dark BL character, things have to be almost inhuman. Yu Liang: Are you sure this is a system for BL romance? Isn't it the system from hell?

Sterling agreed, dang the same on his own binoculars. "I admit, it kind of does want to make you want to relish the thought, doesn’t it?” I added, more on lookout for trouble or prying eyes, tranquilizer gun in hand. Thankfully, these guns don't make much sound when fired, so I didn’t have to worry if I do have to shoot something. "Just to be sure, our targets are a pair of lids with different colored eyes, right?” Sterling asked. "Either that or small white wolves," I added.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

"We need to know what happened while we were gone." "Look!" Elena pointed to a wall. Someone had painted a purple spark on the black metal. Below it were the words: THE LIGHT IS COMING. "The people are fighting back," I said, a spark of hope hitting my chest. "They haven't given up." Suddenly, a bright searchlight hit us from above. "TARGETS SIGHTED!" a robotic voice shouted. "LEVEL 5 THREAT. ENGAGE IMMEDIATELY!" A group of "Cleaners" in heavy power-armor stepped out from the shadows of the Tower. They didn't have rifles; they had glowing red energy blades.