The Body Flicker Novels & Stories

"She was trapped. Fading. But still alive. Still present. She just found her way back to her body before the fade became permanent." "You don't fucking believe that and neither do I." The healer wiped her hands on her jacket. Then did it again. She couldn't seem to stop fidgeting. "I felt her essence guttering out. I watched it flicker like a candle in a hurricane. And then she pulled herself back from the edge like she was walking back into a room instead of crossing the veil."

She yelped, collapsing on her front, her ass throbbing from the welt the wicked whip had given. Or the wicked bastard, if she was frankly speaking. It took her by surprise with his action, and to top it all, the clubby lights in the room began to flicker into different colors faster than usual, giving off an eerie ambience. Similar to a thriller horror movie, where the serial killer's butchering action was given in snippets with each cutting off of his victim's limb, came a flick of light to incite terror. Saying her intestines didn't wrench in her stomach at the unsettling feeling was a fat lie.

Frost coldly hummed into the mind of the human. Or so he thought. --- Elsewhere – A Flicker in the Flame Archives Far to the south, deep in the glowing antechamber of the Flame Archives, Emma gasped mid-step. A tremor ran through the ground beneath her. It wasn’t an earthquake. It was something waking. Something slinking closer through layers of ice and air. She blinked. Her vision split for a second—two versions of herself flickering out of sync. One smiling. One terrified. Long steadied her. “Emma?”

Their voices sent chills racing down my bare back but also made my nipples tighten harder in the cool air. I hated how my body reacted with that unwanted throb between my legs mixing fear with something filthy. Suddenly the lights flickered on. Nepa had restored the electricity with no warning. The ceiling fan jerked to life beneath me spinning slowly at first then faster whipping my body around. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I screamed loud as my grip slipped on the moving blades. My legs flailed and I nearly tumbled down completely exposing tits bouncing and pussy on full display. “Help somebody help me please!”

Back to my body. Back to reality. “No wait” I reached for Nathan But everything shattered. I gasped Back in the clearing. My body arched violently. Pain tore through me Worse than anything I had ever felt “LILA!” voices screamed. But I couldn’t answer. Because something inside me Moved. Dark. Alive. Hungry. My eyes snapped open. Golden light flickered Then For a split second Turned red.

Let us watch over you. Well. Um. Okay then. Enter throat lump. And all kinds of guilt. Light flickered into life as we set foot under the trees, flashing fireflies the size of my hand creating a strobe effect quickly giving me a headache. When one flew too near I realized it wasn't a lightning bug at all, but a tiny Fey, her face all sharp angles, body glowing on and off as she floated by my cheek to study me. I figured it would be rude to swat at her and let her fill her boots.

The feeling earlier when I entered there was no corpse. He was silent for a long time, not knowing what to do. At that moment, the woman's body suddenly trembled. Like an electrocuted fish. Great seizures. The corpse's eyes narrowed, then its eyeballs popped out of place. Fell to the floor with a thud, pleck! Alif trembled to see this. However, there is still something terrible next. More than Alif expected.

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes but they refuse to fall from my eyes and the dark void finally consumes me. Just when it feels like nothing of me will be left, a tiny blip of light flickers behind my eyelids. My body surges backwards like it is being pulled by a rope. Visions flicker past me like I am traveling through time. Suddenly my body comes halting to a stop and my back hits something hard. Slowly opening my eyes I stare at the world around me that I once knew.

Getting closer. A hand grabs my wrist. I nearly drop her. Nearly scream. Claire’s face swims into view, her lips moving. Lily. Move. But I can’t. My legs won’t work. The baby’s skin is fever-hot against my chest, her tiny fingers curled into my shirt. She’s pulsing , light flickering beneath her skin like trapped lightning. Goldfire. The memory hits me like a fist—Silas’s blood on my hands, the facility shaking apart, my own body burning from the inside out as I tore through his hybrids.

He rubbed my clit lightly. “I distracted your body. Your brain had assumed my finger against your opening was a threat because you expected pain, so I went and posed another threat your synapses had to focus on. Usually it works best with actual pain, but tickling is effective too because the body reacts in a similar way.” I shook my head. “You are good at this.” His lips twitched, and his gray eyes questioned me. “I’ve studied the workings of the body for a long time, especially its reactions to pleasure and pain.”