Black Light Target Novels & Stories

He cocked his head “Is that a statement or a question?” Carol released a long breath as she tried to take the focus of her mind away from the many eyes of other students who were fixed on her. It reminded her of that horrible night, how every wolf saw her nakedness in broad daylight. “I'm just wondering, you only teach us about the healing powers of these treatments, what about their uses as weapons?” “That is not for your consumption, that's why.” He quickly turned away from her and resumed his lecture. She waited till her combination turned a bright purple and decided she had enough and couldn't wait for lilac and so she made her way to where he sat at the end of the room and dropped her b

The question is whether we can adapt quickly enough when it happens. We move out at dawn, the sky still dark with pre-morning shadows. Six teams, six targets, coordinated strikes timed to the minute. I lead the team targeting Lord Blackmoor, a council member and one of the conspiracy's key financial backers. His estate is heavily fortified with private guards, magical wards, and defensive positions that would make a military compound jealous. "Breach in three," Commander Hayes counts down beside me, his voice steady and calm. "Two. One. Go."

In the midst of the battlefield, Seraphine orchestrated the chaotic interplay of light and darkness, serving as its focal point. Lira's brain spun quickly as she attempted to pinpoint a vulnerability in Seraphine's defenses. She observed that whenever they used light to attack, Seraphine responded with darkness, and vice versa. "We must disturb her equilibrium!" Lira yelled at Marcus. Utilize both brightness and darkness in our offensive strategies! Marcus agreed, comprehending her plan. He transferred his sword to his opposite hand, causing a shadow to appear on its edge. Unitedly, he and Lira initiated a synchronized assault, combining their abilities of brightness and shadow.

Echo stepped forward— But didn’t sit. He reached for the core. Paused. “Before I rewrite the world,” he said. “I want to know what I’m erasing.” ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BLACK HOUSE — BRIEFING FLOOR — 06:02 A.M. Emilio stood on the war table. Not seated. Not hesitant. The boy who had learned silence now issued commands with a voice like flint catching flame. “Strike teams: ten targets each. Non-Umbra safezones are exempt. Anyone linked to BLACK SUN by blood, contract, or coin—erase them.”

"It’s just... the other half of the light. I can hold it. I can make the sun blink." We moved to the highest point of the Black Crag—the Crowned Summit, a jagged peak that was protected by a series of ancient, lead-lined arches. The heat was still astronomical, the white light of Solis beating against the stones like a physical hammer. Nathaniel had constructed a "Blight-Diffuser" out of salvaged iron and quartz. Inside the glass chamber, a swirling mass of oily, black smoke—the captured Blight—was thrumming with a predatory hunger.

The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone. He moved his hand to the lesion that stood in front of his forehead. He ran his fingers around it and touched it. Although he could not see it, he knew that the scar was still the same and had not changed. He dropped his hand down, trying to remove every doubts that were growing in his mind. Osisiakalaka was right. He had to filter all the teachings he had heard from Peter Stonefield. He thought of what Osisiakalaka had told him when they sat in the shrine for his final ritual. He remembered how Osisiakalaka had pressed his lips and told him that his scar would leave his forehead within the next three days. He had

I fixed my gaze at them and sternly said, "Thank you for your cooperation." I took a deep breath before I started explaining. "Lady Gina would produce a light screen effect to temporarily blind are main target then both of you would make the move. 2-3 seconds of short blindness is pretty advantageous for us. Ruling out the effect on us, we could temporarily stop its movement and bind the assigned target in the same spot. Lady Gina would give you a signal when she is ready and I believe the light screen effect would last 1-2 seconds just in time to use your attributes together.”

He kept his back against the brick wall while watching the door. The door swung open. It moved slowly on its hinges. No one rushed in. Instead, three thin beams of light sliced through the darkness. The flashlights moved across the room as they searched. They did not care about the expensive art on the walls or the safe in the corner. The beams landed on one spot. They were focused on the desk. "Target is live," a low voice whispered. It was a man’s voice. He sounded professional and calm. "Grab the drive. Wipe the local storage. Leave nothing."

LUNA'S POV I looked at myself in the mirror. I was different from the usual girls you'll see in New York. I had pure black hair, a round face with big gray eyes, a small nose, and a curvy shape. I was very well endowed but even though I was body confident, I got a lot of unwanted attention. I looked at the time and realized I was late. I bolted out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I couldn't wait for the bus and my workplace was just ten minutes away.

Dark responded. "Fine then." Belphagor said and clasped his dried bony long hands together, a light in the color of a lava shine around his rubbing hands and when it faded a small bottle with black liquid was on his plan and he fling it at Dark who caught it effortlessly. "Be sure of what you are doing Dark, I might not like you but you are always in my heart."