Luminous Scans Novels & Stories

Chapter 63: The Lead Core The scanner in Bay 2 was making a loud humming noise. It was vibrating through the floor. The noise was steady. It cut through the chill of the morning. The big iron vault was in the center of the room. It was lit up by the lights above. These lights made shadows across the floor. Avery was leaning over a computer. She was clicking through the data on the screen. Her fingers were moving fast. She had graphite powder on her overalls from the vault. Her hair was tied back so it would not get in her eyes. She was totally focused on what she was doing.

"Are you certified clean of the Blackwell scent markers?" My heart did a violent, erratic double-take against my ribs. The dynamic between us had fundamentally shifted since the previous night's fever, and my inner wolf was practically begging to submit to his touch. "The scan is clear," I whispered, keeping my eyes fixed on the shadows. "Let's run a manual verification," Lucien growled low in his chest, his throat pulsing as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin right below my ear, his fangs catching the light. I pressed my palms against the hard, scarred muscle of his chest, trying to maintain a shred of control. "Can we kill the overhead lights, Lucien? I couldn't see your face clea

Moss sat on a plastic chair, tracking a circle of clothes spinning inside a washing machine. The glass door creaked open, the entry bell chiming. Rainwater dripped from Lina's trench coat as she stepped onto the linoleum, boots clicking against the tiles, scanning the empty room. Moss stood up and tossed a crumpled magazine onto the table. "You picked a loud place," Lina said, not loosening her coat. "Washing machines drown out voices," Moss replied. "Take a seat." Lina didn't sit. She walked straight to the table, reached into her pocket, and dropped a black electronic scanner onto the surface. A thin green laser swept across the concrete walls.

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.

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 Stepping onto the crystalline floor of the City of Glass was an exercise in absolute control. The entire environment was built on a geometry so flawless, so precise, that my own Ice-Discipline, which I prided myself on, felt rudimentary and rough by comparison. The Luminar communicated with geometric probes beams of pure, focused light that mapped every element, every memory, and every thought for imperfections. They were not hostile, they were simply seeking absolute data.

However, in the confusion, one of the assailants managed to attach a small electronic device to the window of Liora’s door before speeding away to safety. “What is that thing?” Mavric asked once the attackers had fled and the situation was brought under control. Liora carefully examined the device, her expression growing grim. “It is a long-range scanner. They weren’t trying to take me today… they have forcibly scanned my retina patterns and fingerprints right through the glass.” Back at the command centre, Liora analysed the data logs retrieved from the device. Her face became unusually serious, more grave than Mavric had ever seen it.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

But as Ruth adjusted lighting and positioned scanner, the silver traces became visible—delicate lines following veins and neural pathways just beneath the skin, faint but unmistakable. And they were definitely brighter than yesterday. "May I?" I asked, indicating I wanted to touch him. Angela nodded, watching carefully as I placed my hand gently on Adam's arm. The effect was immediate—the silver lines on my skin brightened, and his responded in kind, the faint traces suddenly more distinct, more defined, almost glowing beneath his delicate skin. "Resonance," Ruth murmured, scanner whirring as she captured readings. "Definite energetic response to proximity. The patterns—they're identical to

“Just do it.” Paladin strapped him in. Attached the pads. Adjusted the halo. “Ready?” he asked. Callum closed his eyes. “Yes.” The scan lasted thirty-four minutes. I didn’t look away once. I watched the neural maps scroll across the screen—waves of color, lines of code, fragments of memory flickering like static. Then the screen glitched. Once. Paladin froze. “What is it?” I asked immediately. He didn’t answer. “Paladin.” He exhaled slowly. “There’s… a signature.”

It looked like a circus; with high fortified walls glowing in neon pink and blue from where the other party lights shimmered high into the night air. There were still celebrants flooding into the venue as Marcus followed them to the entrance where two bulky men stood square chested clad in black suits. Marcus noticed that each of them were holding some kind of device like a scanner which let off a green glow over the wrists of the people it glided over. It was Marcus's turn to be 'scanned' and he stared at the device pass over his hand. He watched it leave a tiny marking on the upper side of his wrist like a symbol, almost resembling an hourglass figure.