Cyberpunk Flashlight Novels & Stories

"It grants eternal youth and banishes wrinkles." Modern Vespera uncorked it and sniffed. "It smells like cucumber water." Fantasy Vespera winked. "It is cucumber water. But if you tell the peasants it is magic, they believe it. Perception is power, sister." Modern Vespera laughed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek, black cylinder. "A trade," Modern Vespera said. "A solar-powered, military-grade LED flashlight. Never runs out of battery as long as there is a sun."

As she reached an intolerable peak of excitement, Lara sank her teeth into his shoulder and was flung over the edge into quivering, whimpering fulfillment at the same time as he was. His breathing pattern roughly audible, Christophe dealt her a shattered glance and slowly lowered her limp body to the floor again, glittering golden eyes still pinned to her. Christophe dropped a kiss on to her eyebrow and began rearranging her dress with hands that were uncharacteristically clumsy. “We’d better get out of here…” He indicated the red light flashing behind the open control panel, readjusting whatever he had previously put out of place at speed. “In a matter of seconds, security will be here.”

I just remain squinting with my hands halfway up, the handcuffs preventing me from putting them all the way up. I am shaking uncontrollably. Isn't this a factory? Did I walk in on criminals doing something bad in an abandoned building? I have my eyes closed slightly because the light is too bright and my head is throbbing. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice telling them to lower their weapons. I try to widen my eyes and see who it is but the pain is too extreme and the adrenalin has gone. As the darkness takes me under I giggle at the blonde-haired ladies' man I have come to rely on, Max Stone.

“Mommy! It’s cold! The quiet uncle is gone!” The emergency lights flickered on—not the white light of the Watchers, but a terminal, necrotic red. Ryan stood ten feet away, his bio-synthetic face half-melted, the machine underneath exposed by the power surge. He looked like a nightmare. He looked like the logic I had once trusted, now revealed to be a graveyard. “You broke heaven, Phoenix,” Ryan whispered, his bionic eye spinning frantically. “No,” I said, drawing my silver blade, the metal glowing gold with the resonance of three dead Primes.

He opened his heavy eyes to darkness. He moved his body around and his hand grazed against something. Holding one finger out, he poked the hard object then he touched it gently and held it in his hands. The object was long and quite enlarged at the tip with a switch attached to its side and Caius felt around the item before realizing it was a flashlight.

But he wanted me to go ahead alone, this time… “My phone doesn’t come with a light,” I muttered, frowning. “I’ve had it for years, and I didn’t think about it having a flashlight before. I mean, I have a flashlight app, but it’s not that bright.” “You can have mine then,” he said, holding out his phone to me. “I bought it at the start of senior year; the lock code is your birthday. You know how to turn on the flashlight, right?”

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

Sophie cleared her throat, “I need light.” Someone turned the light inside the jeep on. But it wasn’t enough. It was still too dark to see in the back. The lankiest dude with a tattoo on his right sleeve, wolf one thrust a flashlight just as wolf three who stayed beside her lit a cigarette. He deeply inhaled the smoke, closing his eyes. She could barely make out the outline of his clean-shaven face. Too afraid to look further, she quickly fixated her glance on the female. Her small head lolled to the side, warm blood coated her hands.

When he woke up this morning, his gut just said: today. He flicks off his flashlight and stuffs it into his pocket. Strange, unreadable symbols all along the doorframe (which hadn’t been there before he read the incantations) are glowing now, so he doesn’t need the flashlight anymore. He takes the gun out from under his belt, pops out the cartridge cylinder to check the special silver slugs he made by melting down old earrings and necklaces he’d bought or bartered for at Old Man Handy’s Pawn & Thrift.

As for Lux, she looked for the children who were locked up in a closed and quite deep room. After that, Lux found the room and the door had a fairly tight security. If Lux just touched it, then their mission would be failed due to being discovered by the security. Then, Lux held the communication device to her ear and called out to Zack who was in charge of hacking the security. "Raven! Hello Raven! How are things there?" “Call is heard!! I've finished everything and you can come in now, Youran!” replied Zack. "Roger!"