Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

Brooke nodded. Tom took a flashlight and a battery-powered lantern from one of the shelves and headed out the main door. If he was going to hide a device like that, he'd keep it close to the main area. He'd start with the storage room first and then make his way back to the main room.

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.

Melody takes a deep inhale, another pursed lip exhale, escapes. "Flashlights," Leo says. Melody breaks out of her thoughts and looks for flashlights. She takes two off the hook. Wavers in the thought. Then reaches for a third. "Batteries — double-A and triple-A." Leo reads off the list. "I see them." Mia bracing Pearl, shifting her weight, draping Pearl nearly over her shoulder, “They’re right here.” pointing with her finger. Leo grabs a few packages of batteries. "Candles." Mia looks at the list.

“You’re right. Yes! We just need to follow the trail.” I glanced around us, looking for more Skittles, but it had gotten so dark we couldn’t see very far. “We’re going to need a light.” “I have a flashlight in my bag,” Brick offered, already slinging the pack off his shoulders. Yes! Thank you, God, for my junk-hoarding little brother. “Give it here,” I said, holding out my hand. Once he passed it over, I turned on the light, and we scanned the ground together, spreading away from the site of the first Skittle in a circular pattern, until Brick cried, “There! There’s another.”

A little too far. I stumbled forward through the shadows, metal grates slick beneath my shoes, sparks flashing red and white like lightning bugs in a storm. “We need light,” I gasped, coughing. Liam’s voice cut through the darkness again. “I found an emergency kit!” Seconds later, a flickering flashlight cut through the black—casting Liam’s shadow onto the wall like a ghost. He was covered in soot, bleeding from a shallow gash above his temple, but his hands were steady as he tossed me a second flashlight.

"There's a flashlight in the cabinet." I heard him fumbling in the darkness, then the beam of a flashlight brightened the space between us. He placed it on the table, light pointing upward to create a makeshift lamp. "Let me light some of those candles," he said, taking them gently from my hands. As he worked, I heard a distant rumbling that grew louder until it became a mechanical groan, followed by a loud click. Hunter sighed. "That would be the emergency locks engaging." "Emergency locks?"

“You’re real!” “Tragically.” She grabbed something beside her—a metal stick—and flicked a switch. A blinding white beam erupted from its tip. I hissed, flinging up an arm. “Extinguish your witchfire!” “It’s a flashlight!” she yelled. “A what?” “A stick that makes light!” “You cage lightning now?!” “Apparently!” “Savages.” She kept the light trained on me, trembling. “Stay where you are!” “I’ve been staying for two hundred years,” I muttered.