Escanor's Power Novels & Stories

Kaden asked, his voice a low growl as the researcher entered the hall from the laboratory elevator, holding a portable scanning device that displayed the growing density of the violet network outside. "Thirty minutes," Marcus said, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the display. "The three towers they deployed on the ridge are currently drawing power from their private transport shuttle. Once the frequency reaches ninety gigahertz, the electromagnetic field will be strong enough to pass through the iron reinforcement in the walls. Every wolf with a standard bio-electric signature will be susceptible to the infection protocol."

The corridor lights flared bright white, then dropped to red. A klaxon began to pulse—deep and slow. Mara clutched at her chest, panting. “It’s—still here—” Elara held the patch in her palm. The filament pattern glimmered faintly. “Not fully,” Elara said, voice tight. “But we weakened it. We cut one pathway.” Halden’s eyes were on the unit. “And now it escalates.” The unit unfolded another arm. This one was different—longer, heavier, ending in a tool head that looked like a cutter.

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

The lights in the garage turned a deep, blood red. "It knows," Chalida said, glancing back. "It’s isolating the floor. The elevators are dead. The stairs are sealed." "Good," Pim said, her voice a strained shout over the rising whine of the failing circuits. "That means it’s focusing all its energy here. If we short this, it won't just kill the lights. It’ll wipe the local cache." The scanner turned bright green for a split second, then flickered to yellow, then red.

Scanning Retinal Pattern. The bar crawled. 10%. 30%. 60%. Suddenly, the bar turned red. Discrepancy Detected. Elara’s breath hitched. Her finger hovered over the 'Red' signal. "John, get out of there," she whispered into the mic. But John didn't move. He leaned closer, his voice a low, threatening growl that even the van’s mic picked up. "The drop in my eye is acting up again. Scan the left one before I take yours out to replace it."

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. “One of them is an inscribed steel sword. It was chopped by the Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. It comes with purifying and effects. It is the enemy of Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, and other undead creatures. It can even also use it for three years. Of course, its sharpness is enough to kill." The woman's voice varied in volume, an obvious attempt to hide her gender. Ah its very effective against necromancers.

"Check the scanner. My internal link—it’s picking up a secondary signal. A ghost ping." Adrian tapped his temple, feeling the painful sear of raw, unprotected circuitry. He flicked through the encrypted frequencies. His heart plummeted. "It’s not a ghost, Victor. It’s a sweep pattern." "Is it closing in?" Adrian stared up at the ridgeline. A tiny, rhythmic flicker of crimson light pulsed against the snow like a dying star. It wasn't the floodlight of a drone. It was a laser targeting designator. "They aren't just searching," Adrian said, his voice dropping to a whisper that felt like a death sentence. "They’re aiming."

Years of experience makes it easy to find your enemies amongst the thousands. I was wearing computer vision eye lens that look like plain contact lenses but are thinner ,the same size as my pupils, and were transparent scanners ,designed to gain details of a person within seconds after scanning the person . I cast my eye at him for scanning. “Name - David Abate Age -32 Nationality - America Member - DiFronzo family

Every scorpion hovering above us exploded into creatures the size of locusts, making everyone flinch. Griff’s arm around my shoulder gripped tighter. I glanced around the clearing to find the other shifters clinging to each other. Mum and Dad walked toward us and stood at my side. “Do you know what’s happening?” Dad asked in a low voice. “Fenrir sent reinforcements.” I glared up at the swarm. “But I don’t know how he’s going to get rid of Snorri’s scorpions before they try to re-form.” The massive wolf sucked in a deep breath, drawing the tiny creatures out of the clearing and over the trees. I tilted my head up, marveling at how swarms of black flew toward him from all directions.

Troy responds in kind. “Push your mana?” Scar has a look of confusion on his face. That sentence manages to look through his mind and he goes over what he said with great care and patience until he hears the voice of the fire prince once again carving at his mind. “With mages in our history, we are able to transverse are arcane power into whatever are bloodline and linage is from. In doing so, we recycle mana and power with one another. During that process, I expand my mana pool while at the same time use my new spell.” Scar looks at Troy with some confusion but more so he needed to confirm. “Expand? You mean increase.” Troy nods his head in a agreement from what the orc is getting at. “Corr