Scans Novels & Stories

My hands trembled as I placed my palm on the scanner. Ten seconds passed. “Biometric integrity: 98.4%. No clone tissue detected. No subdermal displacement.” My hand was clean. Which meant… Damn.

On the screen, Ciara's pale face filled the frame, her breathing shallow. "Ciara, we need you to walk us through this," David said gently. "Can you do that?" Ciara nodded weakly. "The sequence... fingerprint first, then retinal scan, then say 'Override protocol Viktor-Seven-Seven-Alpha.'" Elena positioned her finger over the scanner. "Ready?" The scanner beeped, accepting the print. A small camera extended from the device. "Now your eye," David said. Elena leaned forward. The scanner beeped again, and a green light appeared.

There was no way to tell how many were there through the cameras, but maybe that was just because of how injured I was. Francium tilted his head at an almost unnatural angle. “There’s something off about… the view.” I frowned and thought back to when he spoke about having some sort of immunity. Was this a vampire’s illusion? Could it affect scans too? I worried my lip. If it was all technology built to read werewolf presence, maybe built from the knowledge that was in the old books, then maybe, just maybe, a vampire’s power could mess with the scanning. “Let me… go out and see,” Francium said. “It’s easier to see with my own eyes than through a camera.”

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.

Mateo gently held her hand, providing a comforting presence in the midst of the unfamiliar surroundings. Time seemed to stretch as the CT scan progressed, capturing detailed images of Ariana's body. The rhythmic sounds of the machine echoed through the room, creating a symphony of medical technology. Though filled with nerves and hope, Ariana trusted that this procedure would provide valuable insights into her well-being and that of their unborn child. As the scan came to an end, relief washed over them. Ariana emerged from the machine, her body tingling with sensations. She exchanged glances with Mateo, a silent reassurance passing between them. Julia smiled warmly, her presence a source of

"Please realise, private scans are not medical scans. They are not definite; the only way is if you went into a hospital." "I understand that" Marcus looks at me shaking his head. "Now onto the sickness, I will prescribe some tablets, they should make eating easier, stop the nauseated feelings and such. If, however, they don't work, I suggest you come back, they work immediately, take two a day." She hands me the prescription, walking out I look at Marcus annoyed. "Don't Kitty, you needed checking, we know the baby is fine that is a good thing. As for all that shit about scans, not a chance. A pai

The nurse swiftly finished the procedure and disappeared to process the samples. Dr. Johnson then ordered a series of scans to further investigate Ethan's condition. Ava held Ethan's hand tightly as they were led to the imaging department. The sterile environment was punctuated by the whirring of machines and the gentle guidance of the radiology technicians. They maneuvered Ethan onto the examination table, positioning him carefully for the scans.

Ethan looked at the nearest monitor. "Sir..." "I didn't touch anything." Lines of computer code flashed across every screen. Then... A calm computerized voice echoed throughout the laboratory. "Genesis system online." Everyone froze. Another message appeared. "Scanning..." Emily frowned. "Scanning for what?" No one answered. Even Victor looked surprised. The machine continued. "Biometric analysis in progress..." A blue beam slowly swept across the laboratory. It passed over Alexander. Nothing happened. It scanned Victor. Still nothing. Then...

"Her core temperature dropped, and her inner wolf refused to answer my low-frequency ping. Run the biological diagnostic. Strip the entire registry if you have to." "Sit back, child," Susan murmured softly to me, ignoring Rowan's growl with the quiet confidence of an elder who had patched up his split knuckles since he was a scout. She pulled a high-frequency digital scanner from her kit, the device casting a soft, cyan-blue grid over my face and chest. The mechanical hum of the diagnostics filled the quiet room, the high-stakes pressure winding tight as a live wire between Rowan and me as he tracked every single flicker of the monitor screen. Susan took my wrist, her calloused fingers press