Cyberpunk Flashlight Novels & Stories

Julian instructed calmly, his voice steady in the dark. "I live here, Julian. I know where the flashlight is." "I don't doubt your navigational skills," Julian replied dryly. "I simply prefer not to let you trip over that stack of vintage art magazines by the couch." A moment later, the warm, flickering beam of a small pocket flashlight cut through the darkness, held expertly in Julian’s hand. He clicked it on, the light washing upward over his sharp jawline and broad shoulders, casting dramatic shadows across the room. He looked less like a corporate titan and more like a rugged explorer trapped in a storm.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

The only light came from the high beam of a tactical flashlight Christopher drew from his belt, the bright white circle of illumination cutting through the shadows to reveal rusted boat hooks, empty oil drums, and old canvas tarps covered in layers of dust. "Anika," a voice called out from the darkness. It didn't come from a ghost. It came from the far corner of the room, right beside the iron woodstove. Christopher instantly stepped in front of me, his body an iron wall as his weapon cleared his jacket, the red laser sight painting a bright, lethal dot straight onto the chest of the figure sitting in the gloom.

Julian was keeping the gunman occupied, but I could hear from the heavy pattern of fire that he was running low on ammunition. I crawled along the edge of the wall, keeping low beneath the floating cloud of grey smoke. My fingers touched the cold metal frame of the emergency breaker panel. I pulled the heavy latch open, revealing three large industrial switches and a heavy capacitor unit designed to flood the sector with white halogen emergency searchlights in case of a total blackout. The assassin, Vesper, was using high-end night-vision technology built right into his faceless helmet. If I threw the master capacitor switch, the sudden burst of ten thousand lumens of pure white light would

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

NIGHT. HALO engages night and heat vision, watching the mercenaries become red figures against the intense brightness of the night-vision in his optics. He unholsters then raises his rifle, and a light sound of metal emanates as he disperses one of the quarter-sized disks. It falls in the centre of the enclosure, and one mercenary looks down. Shining his flashlight on the ground. He sees it, grows alarmed as his head tilts in confusion, but he picks it up and sticks it in his pocket.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

Cal watched the NARC teams pry boards off windows and doors so that they could enter. The noise of yelling, howling, and fighting echoed through the darkened openings. One thing the human police couldn’t get over were the flashlights that enforcers generally used. They weren’t the traditional white light flashlights, but a green light. With night sight being an issue, the green light caused less disruption when adjusting between light and no light for shifters at least.

So, I carefully maneuver through the numerous boxes and stuff thrown all around. Standing in the middle of it all, I get a powerful whiff of flesh decaying and think to myself, "Not again" before pulling out my phone. I flip through the apps till I settle on the flashlight mode and turn it on. Immediately the room is flooded with light that cascades off the walls, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see something hunched down on the back wall.