Black Light Target Novels & Stories

"It was heading for the nursery. And the lead cleaner? He’s still on the grounds." Behind us, the red light on the incinerator flicked from Active to Complete with a soft, final chime. Damian pulled back, his face a mask of clinical indifference. He didn't look at the wreckage again. He just looked at the tablet as a new alert began to scroll across the bottom in bleeding red text. Target Identified: Moore-01. Thermal Lock Confirmed. Outside, in the darkened gardens, a single red laser dot appeared on the reinforced glass of the lab window. It centered perfectly on my chest, a tiny, burning eye in the dark.

Dark. I enter the shooting room looking for Max, he is at the end of it with the protectors on, with a 9mm in his hands shooting at a target that is about 6 meters away, the shot is good but not perfect, for to be perfect it must hit the target, that is to say the chest or the head, and this has been close to the exact point of the chest, he smiled because although Max is good with weapons, in shots with small arms he is not better than me.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

I looked at him as he opened it. Of course, his mom would find it quite weird if she discovered that we hadn't been sharing the same bedroom. "You can start unpacking. I've got a conference call to deal with." Justin left as I stepped into the dark-themed, aesthetically designed bedroom. The walls had a stunning midnight decor and there was a luxurious tufted bed, an elegant chandelier, vintage furniture, a gallery with a TV wall panel and soft golden lighting. This was definitely Justin Martínez's sanctuary.

“Perfect,” the woman said, clapping. “You’re in the pink cloud section. Right this way!” “Pink cloud section,” Vandaulf repeated flatly. “Sounds like a cult.” Lily leaned into him. “You’re in too deep now, snack knight. Embrace the glitter.” "This one has Bluetooth," Lily said, nodding to a spaceship-looking, really modern stroller. "Bluetooth? To play for what—streaming lullabies or ordering an Uber when I freak out during diapering?"

The one which never lost the glorious scent. She was not a red rose but a black one, such a beauty in sadness. Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal. It's not that he is having some feelings towards her, but he sure had some pity on her. Such innocence could not be treated like that. Kristopher raised his head in the sky and saw even in the velvet dark there is a light of the stars, the stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven-bound, the lyrics of the starry night played softly on his mind.

The moment that was said, a cry of shock could be heard. There was suddenly an uproar all around the Black Abyss. "He succeeded! That madman succeeded! Did my eyes deceive me? Isn't that a white light?" A participant with sparse hair shouted while his eyes widened from the shock. The person next to him nodded, "It should be white. I saw a white light as well." When the Black Path's challenge ended, it would let out two different kinds of light based on the results. A white light meant success.

Noah asked. "Oh, right. They are just small insects,” said Azura. Lux, Azura, and Noah started to attack the hordes of their enemies. The enemies attacked them with firearms, while they only used their bare hands. Their agility makes the enemies unable to hit them. After that, Team Blue Starlight completed their task successfully and cleared all of their enemies. "What is this? Has their leader run away?” confused Azura. He felt odd about all of this. After that, Azura and Noah took the children one by one with them on the helicopter. Finally, left someone a little girl, she will be brought together with Lux. Azura and Noah were back in the helicopter. They told Lux ​​to go up immediately.

"There's a charity gala at the Grand Vista Hotel. Starts at seven. I've already arranged your entry. Your name will be on a guest list. Maeve Higgins." Maeve Higgins. Not Maeve Briggs. Not Eve. A new name. A new lie. My skin crawled. "Higgins?" "It's common. Less traceable," he replied, his voice impatient. "Your target is a man named Emmet. He'll be in the main ballroom. He's in his twenties, dark hair, probably wearing a modern suit. He's a rising name in tech, very sharp. He'll be with older, more established people, trying to make connections."

The front was the trap’s destination; the back was the hammer. My mind cleared instantly, focusing on the immediate tactical necessities. The lights were their weakness, their only concession to the night. “Put off your lights,” I said to everyone, my voice cutting through the sudden tension, sharp and imperative. The order rippled through the ranks, and within seconds, the hundred tiny, bobbing suns vanished, plunging us into a profound, sudden blackness that felt absolute. In that way, they wouldn’t be able to trace us easily. We were wolves; our night vision gave us the superior advantage in the dark, an advantage Adrian’s men seemed willing to sacrifice for the convenience of artificial