Cyberpunk Flashlight Novels & Stories

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

0 “I- I think so...” I reach around the ground blindly for the backpacks and finally find one. I dig through it and pull out the flashlight and flick it on just as Stefan does the same. The light dances on the cave walls and I real e we are in a massive cavern. I see Stefan flash his light on his watch and then over to me. 0

A faint hum escapes from inside. Both Rowan and I lean closer. I turn on the flashlight of my phone to look at it and my eyes widen when I see something. Nestled behind the tangle of thick power conduits is a small, black, metallic device shaped like a flattened sphere. Tiny wires snake out from it, burrowing into both the power line and the network router. Rowan’s jaw tightens. He pulls a slim dagger from his belt, its silver edge gleaming faintly under the light and carefully slices through the wires connecting the strange device.

She scrolled through her phone, desperate for ideas. Her mind caught on something small, something she had overlooked before: the shadows avoided the light. Even the flickering streetlights forced them into the darker edges. Perhaps light could be her weapon—temporary, limited, but enough to create space. Emma scanned the landing. Old, broken neon signs hung above the street, some still buzzing with faint electricity. If she could trigger one, even for a few seconds, it might give her an advantage. She moved quickly, heart racing, and found a broken service box at the base of a nearby sign. She twisted wires together, sparks flying. The neon sign buzzed to life with a sharp crack, light floo

The only light was the single flashlight resting on the floor, casting long, distorted shadows across the ceiling. Victoria Cross pressed her back against the cold steel of the sealed elevator doors, her chest heaving violently. The true Architect of the dark web, the woman who held the launch keys to the American nuclear arsenal, was completely paralyzed by the sheer, unadulterated lethality of the Sovereign. Footsteps, slow and perfectly measured, echoed against the hardwood. Zara stepped flawlessly into the narrow beam of the fallen flashlight.

It pulsed softly, throwing the spines of countless books into sharp relief and sending long, distorted shadows dancing across the floorboards. From the corner of my eye, I saw Cassius’s silhouette, still and watchful as ever. I moved to the central desk, my boots echoing in the vastness. My fingers, acting on memory alone, found the worn leather pouch. The flint and steel felt cold in my hand. A sharp strike, a shower of sparks, and a single flame sprang to life on the wick of the main candle, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. One by one, I lit the sconces that lined the curved walls, the growing light a physical weight pushing back the oppressive dark.

"The Director gave you an assignment, corporate boy. If I see you sitting down when the perimeter lights come back on, I’m using your designer suit jacket to plug the primary drainage line." Lucian then looked up through the darkness with his vision blurred by sweat and genuine panic. Just fifty yards ahead, the massive concrete bulk of the primary distribution terminal loomed like a fortress against the limestone cliffs. The heavy tactical floodlights that the northern corporate alliance had brought with them were completely dead with their cracked thick lenses and smoke from the high-frequency electromagnetic surge Maya had unleashed.

Flashlights cut through the rain as Gideon's remaining Black Feather guards opened fire wildly into the pine trees. I ignored the gunfire, my eyes fixed entirely on the terminal monitor as I initiated a full-scale regional data blackout. "Come on... come on..." I whispered, slamming my palm against the execution key. The server box let out a sharp, high-pitched electronic whine. The small antenna on top of the box began to flash a violent amber light as it scrambled the incoming wireless frequencies from Manhattan. On the screen, a secondary status bar appeared, tracking the communication loop between the terminal and the tower vaults.

Sebastian made sure of that and everyone would be on high alert if anything happened to the Ultima’s younger sister. She was walking along the trail that Samantha took off when she was in the forest as the moonlight was shining on the trail. She sighed loudly as Samantha looked at her surroundings. Her eyes were adjusting toward the darkness. Being the Ultima of the pack, Samantha can refract the sunlight to cover her real eyes which were as red as garnet. It would not do if anyone thought that she was a vampire with red eyes. It would not do if anyone—let alone a human—noticed that her eyes were peculiar.

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.