Luminous Scans Novels & Stories

Claire smiled as she pressed the game's power button. The round scanner with the camera lens in the centre begins to move upright. Stand and face the camera. Claire followed what the scanner's said. The girl was standing facing the camera. Instantly the scanner emitted a kind of green light that moved from the tip of Claire's head to the tips of her feet. Scan completed.

When he's satisfied with his findings, he shows me a picture. "I don't understand. What is this?" I ask. "This Lima, is one of your most recent scans. You probably remember having to go to the hospital to have some scans done? Our Mr Bradshaw was so convincing that you enabled him to do all the scans we needed. We weren't quite sure what we were looking for, but when this appeared in one of the scans, we knew we had finally found it." Drago said.

Some of the wounds had dried, but there were still areas of fresh blood seeping through. Landon moved a high-tech portable scanner—a tablet-shaped device that emitted a soft blue light—over the wounds as he watched closely. He frowned slightly when he noticed that the injuries were not only reddened, but in some places had begun to bruise, indicating deeper trauma beyond the superficial scratches.

The system’s voice echoed through the walls. “Verification in progress.” The floor panels glowed beneath Lola’s feet, scanning her body with a light that felt wrong like it was digging through her bones. “Stop it!” she screamed. “I’m not a” A surge of electricity cut her off, flinging her backward. Adam caught her before she hit the wall. Her body trembled, skin faintly glowing blue for a moment then fading back to normal. The scanning light stopped. The monitors froze. Then, one by one, they displayed a new message:

Jane’s eyes stayed closed, face soft in the fluorescent wash. “I’m starting the scan,” Kim said, softer now into the headset. “Stay very still.” The ring began its orbit. A chorus of beeps, clicks, gentle mechanical breaths. On the workstation, thin slices assembled into form: skull, sinuses, mandible; vertebrae like pale coins; lungs expanding in ghostly shades of grey. Kim leaned closer.

Shafts of golden morning light cut through the high, narrow ventilation slits near the roofline, illuminating millions of dancing dust motes in the stagnant air. ​We rolled the car to a halt beside an old timber pressing machine, its massive wooden screws rising into the shadows like monolithic pillars. The moment the wheels stopped clicking, Julian collapsed onto an empty packing crate, his fingers trembling as he instantly reached for the passive Vane scanner. ​The screen flickered, the blue light washing over his grease-stained face. ​Total Decrypted Accesses: 4,118.

Inferno warmed in agreement. Lucien entered without knocking, a privilege only he possessed. “Preliminary scans of the adaptive lattice are promising,” he said, then paused as he studied Zenith. “You are stable.” She smiled,“Yes.” “Any residual overload?” His concern ticked my possessiveness but I reigned it in. She shook her head. “No. Just… clarity.” Lucien glanced at me. “You told her?” I nodded, “Yes.” He inclined his head slightly. “Then I will add this: atmospheric surveillance across three supernatural territories shows fluctuation.”

Abel crouches low, flashlight tilted away so it doesn’t blind her. He scans the floor first, checking for wires, sensors, or just anything out of place. His other hand slips into the duffel bag, pulling out a compact scanner, the silence in the cavern stretches long as the device hums while he waves it around, hoping to catch something that will reveal that the entire place is rigged, or that something is slightly out of place. “Clear,” Abel finally murmurs, frowning. “No explosives, no trip lines and no sensors. It’s just her in here.”

It gleamed against the fresh wood. Luther took a photo with his tablet, not a casual snapshot, but a documented scan. “Milestone logged,” he said. But his hand rested on the bright yellow paint for a long moment before he turned away. That night, the usual text came. Luther: Day 42. Yellow Door operational. Structural integration phase commences tomorrow. A second message followed, unprecedented in its ambiguity. Luther: The color has a high luminosity. It is… visible from my study window.

A mechanical cylinder, almost the size of a surgical tray and glowing with a faint, eerie blue ultraviolet light, dropped through a rusted iron street grate above. It suspended itself in mid-air and began to rotate slowly. A scanning beam of blue light swept across the concrete walls of the tunnel, searching for the infrared signature of living flesh. Kael pulled me hard against his chest, wrapping his frame around mine to shield me from the line of sight. I pressed my face into the rough leather of his jacket, shutting my eyes tightly and holding what little breath I had left in my lungs. The scanner hummed, electronic whine that seemed to vibrate directly inside my teeth as the blue light