Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

Everything you thought you knew about vampires is a lie. Ok, not really. Azrin might have been acting a bit overdramatic, but still, some of the stuff in human fiction was just wild. Rapidly the Chestnut-haired male flipped through the tattered remains of a human novel. Mentions of garlic, mirrors, and metal stakes to the heart, flittered across his viridian eyes. How they came up with some of this was absolutely fascinating. Scribbling down illegible notes to anyone but himself- scratch that. To anyone but himself and one other, Azrin began reaching for the next volume in the series when a soft click and the shuffling of booted feet caught his attention.

“Because I came to borrow your flashlight that I'll need for later tonight, not to referee a lovers' quarrel.” She was already inside, glancing back and forth between them with a knowing look. “What happened this time? You guys usually don’t look like you’re five seconds from detonating.” Lena walked to her desk drawer, avoiding Aiden’s gaze. She retrieved the small emergency flashlight and offered it to Maya with a tight smile. “Here. It’s fully charged,” she said quickly. “You can use it as long as you need.” Maya accepted it but didn’t leave. Her eyes lingered on Aiden for a moment before returning to Lena.

"Come here now." Did anything touch this man at all? I couldn't care less. Annoyed, I pounded the backpack in front of his chest and hoped that at least a bit of it had gone away, but he simply put it on the floor at his feet and pulled two flashlights from his side pockets. A large one that you could use to break in the skull of a prole in an emergency and a small one that would only have been more girlish if it were pink instead of black. Still, I took it. Little light was better than no light at all.

The metal screamed, a high-pitched protest that echoed into the cavernous dark inside. "Ignatius? You in here, you pathetic rat?" No answer. Only the drip of water from a leaky pipe hitting a plastic bucket. Plink. Plink. Plink. Rafferty pulled a high-intensity flashlight from his pocket. The beam cut through the gloom, a surgical strike of white light. It hit the floor—concrete covered in grease and old needles. Then it moved to the walls. "What the f**k?" The beam didn't hit brick. It hit paper. Thousands of sheets.

“Adrien” “Don’t move,” Adrien muttered, eyes narrowing. He crossed to the table, crouched, and flipped the briefcase latch. Inside nothing but a stack of old bills, the kind used for burner bait. And beneath them something else A small transmitter, still active. Adrien’s pulse spiked. “It’s a relay beacon.” “Meaning?” “Meaning we’ve been tagged.” Before Ryan could speak, the lights cut out. A flash outside the faint shimmer of movement through the tinted window and then the unmistakable hum of a rifle scope adjusting.

Our flashlights, weak and sputtering, cast only fleeting circles of light into the oppressive darkness. As we moved deeper into the labyrinth, the radiation levels began to climb. The detectors beeped frantically, the rising numbers a constant, nerve-shredding reminder of the lethal danger surrounding us. We moved slowly, cautiously, each step a calculated risk. The fear was palpable, a living thing that clung to us, constricting our breathing, weighing heavily on our hearts. But mixed with the fear, there was also an undeniable thrill, a sense of adventure, a desperate hope.

He cut the lights, then waited silently with Leo. Soon enough, Thomas and the others returned. It wasn't surprising. Climbing stairs and changing clothes would take time; nearly everything had to be swapped from head to toe. The beams of their flashlights flickered, drawing closer. Now. Ray pressed a button. Seven high-powered flashlights blazed to life, sweeping over Thomas and his team. Even though Thomas's group had their own flashlights, they hadn't been shining them forward. Suddenly blinded by seven intense beams, they raised their hands instinctively to shield their eyes. Panic set in instantly.

he says, and he lets go of my hand to unpack the bag he brought down with him. Inside it are supplies, food and fresh water to replace the expired bottles. New batteries to replace the old in the flashlights even though they still work. “Go on, boys. Not too far though. Antonio you stay and help me." I hear my brother whine about not being allowed to come with us as Michael and I take one of the flashlights and go exploring. It's a single long, deep tunnel, and it'd be pitch black if we didn't have the flashlight.

And that was all I needed. I grabbed her chin, gently, but firmly. Forcing her to look at me. And when our eyes locked, I saw it again. That flicker. That soft, haunted thing that had no business being in her eyes now. That used to be just for me. I shouldn’t have touched her. I Shouldn’t have even wanted her right now. But I do want her. So I let my thumb drag across her bottom lip causing her to gasp. And just like that, I was hard.