Escanor Novels & Stories

The scanner didn’t just hum; it shrieked. It was a high-frequency drill boring into my skull, vibrating the marrow of my jaw. Marcus Vane’s thumb went white against the trigger of the Argus unit. He didn’t look at me with corporate concern; he was a butcher gauging the depth of a hide. One Deep Scan—one burst of high-frequency light into my carotid—and the system would map the silver lattice lacing my veins. “The code, Damian,” Marcus hissed.

Seared scallops, citrus foam, edible gold. The conversation begins politely. Trade corridors, Supply chain resilience, Diversified fuel strategy. But no one here speaks just to speak. Every word is leverage. Oliver clears his throat lightly. “With Kensington Energy’s new North Sea expansion, we anticipate redirecting European freight partnerships eastward. Financing will need to remain flexible.” I lift my wine glass. “Flexible?” I repeat, letting the word stretch slightly. “Or dependent?” A flicker of annoyance crosses his expression before he masks it. Across from me, Alaric doesn’t smile—but something shifts at the corner of his mouth.

I crawled frantically toward the coffee table and grabbed the bills I'd thrown on the floor earlier. "Oxygen consumption fee, 1,000 dollars per hour." I stared at that line. My vision began to blur. The words on the paper started to twist, distort, and rearrange themselves.

The system requested authorization. IDENTITY CONFIRMATION REQUIRED. A biometric scanner extended from the console. Elena stared at it. “Convenient.” Adrian grabbed her wrist. “Don't.” She looked at him. “Why?” “Because we don't know what it will activate.” “Then we find out.” She placed her hand against the scanner. For three seconds, nothing happened. Then the machine spoke. IDENTITY VERIFIED. A second message appeared. WELCOME, ELENA CROSS. Adrian's face hardened.

“John is in that coming car. Let’s wait for him before going in.” Carl couldn’t see the area properly but the lights on the road and around the lake made him take his breath. He looked at the huge two tall doors where Francois had just come out. John finally arrives. Lucas comes out from the driver seat and takes out a device at the back of the car. Michael recognises it. It's the scanner for any transmitter or any tool for a radio wavelength. It is the newest model from Germany. “This is Lucas. He will give you a scan then we can go inside” said Francois.

22: GLITCH NOW COLORADO, TE. Zach walked past hastily to his motel room before locking the door, and calling for her- ‘ire- katharina. katharina’ He yearned. He paced around the room for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, his back against the door. He had heard her voice but not anymore. And as much as he won’t admit- -that scared the shit out of him. ~ He held his fork in his hand, an unsavory look in his eyes as he stared to the barely hot chicken they had gotten from the store.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

he said while stretching out his right hand in front of Malia. "S- Ska ... Skars –Skarsgard ?!" shrieked Malia with sharp rounded eyes.

Drake said ending the call. He walked over to the China hutch and pulled out a decanter of scotch. Not even bothering to grab ice, he poured himself a glass, and swallowed it in one gulp, enjoying the stinging sensation at the back of his throat. He went to the kitchen and put some ice in his glass and refilled it with scotch. This time taking gentle sips to calm his nerves. He picked up his phone and dialed the number for Mia Novella’s escort service. The front desk receptionist answered after the first ring.

"And that was before I even reached this place." The man became silent. "I am Escanor, from Brile Blue Fang. And you?" "Cataleia." she replied. "A unique name." he nods. "Very well, Cataleia, what do you plan to do now? My apologies if I have to kick you out from my turf, I cannot have a suspicious person running around my area of responsibility. You are human, but you're no diplomat or government official. I will be in trouble if people accuse me of smuggling you."