Ultraviolet Lantern Corps Novels & Stories

“Are the new lanterns ready to ship to Elfholm?” “Yes, My Liege,” he simpers, his down-turned face growing red with excitement. “They were most eager for this new improved shipment. They were having a hard time replacing the portable fuel source because of their fragile nature, but now that we’ve perfected the hardening serum, that should not be a problem moving forward. “Excellent,” I nod my approval as I continue to scroll. “I would like to see Sample JaDaax22,” I command. “It looks like it is ready to harvest.”

It was the kind of lantern that campers use. These lanterns did not have a high risk of going out, so the sight of them was very reassuring. She refused to glance down and instead concentrated on the next step at hand, but she soon exhausted her supply of metal stakes, leaving her with nowhere to go and the ground a considerable distance away.

They wrapped their shadows around it, twisting the light until it turned a bruised, lethal shade of ultraviolet. Elara raised her hands. Her wings….now six, jagged and bleeding light….snapped open behind her. "Grandmother!" Elara’s voice was a tri-tonal roar. "The investment is officially closed!" She fired. A beam of ultraviolet radiation, thicker than a skyscraper, tore through the golden hall. It wasn't just heat; it was a "Delete" command for reality.

Within minutes, the basement was flooding with pack security, all of them armed and ready for combat. The three infiltrators were surrounded, disarmed, and restrained. I kept the woman pinned until Klaus arrived with silver chains specifically designed to hold supernatural prisoners. "Lake," I said once the immediate threat was contained, "you can drop the portals now. Security has UV equipment being set up." "Okay!" Lake said, and the portals winked out. Within seconds, our own backup UV lights were activated—battery powered, independent of the main electrical system—and Lazarus was once again trapped behind radiation he couldn't escape.

The Thralls experienced light burns which made their red eyes shut down their ability to attack because they could not see the bright UV flashlights. Dante stood right in front of me, an immovable wall of black armor and dark steel. The Night-Thrall executed a massive jump over the defensive barricade while it tried to bite me. Dante remained completely still. He used his broadsword to perform an upward swing which cut the beast in half before it touched the earth. Dante shouted, "Push them back!" while he removed a UV flare from his tactical belt. He struck the flare. The flare created a blinding light which burned with ultraviolet intensity that matched the brightness of the sun. Dante hur

They fired as they descended, the bullets sparking against the marble desk. Ethan didn't reach for his gun. He reached for the Solarium’s environmental controls. "Aria, cover your eyes!" He triggered the 'High-Intensity UV' wash—a system meant for light therapy for the patients. In the enclosed, mirrored space of the Solarium, the lights flared with the intensity of a dying star. The mercenaries, wearing night-vision goggles that amplified light by a factor of a thousand, screamed as the sensors in their lenses overloaded, burning their retinas instantly. They tumbled from their ropes, crashing onto the cedar floor.

And so, in those places where fear had once thrived, they planted lanterns. Spiral lanterns—soft-glowing, etched with the sigil of Elara’s spiral, woven with the golden threads of stardust and the translucent veins of dreamroot. Each one was a living vow: We remember what it cost to build this peace. We honour it. We protect it, every dusk, every dawn. At night, when the wind carried voices and old ghosts tried to find their way home, the lanterns flared a little brighter, pushing back the shadows—not with force, but with memory.

A voice, cold and devoid of any Architect melody, boomed across the plain: "UNIDENTIFIED BIOMASS DETECTED. INITIATING STERILIZATION PROTOCOL." The "Sterilization" wasn't a gas or a bomb. The ground in front of the airlock opened, and dozens of small, sleek machines—resembling metallic wasps—swarmed out. They didn't have stingers; they carried High-Frequency Lasers. "Shields!" Kael roared, throwing himself in front of Elara. But he didn't have a shield. He had only his own body and the flickering, human heat in his chest. The Power of the Blind

- Duk chatters. - Does ultraviolet light set them on fire? Can I take an ultraviolet flashlight and burn ghouls like a laser sword? - interested says Conrod. “Oh no my dear friend, devices that emit ultraviolet infrared radiation and even radiation will not harm a vampire, well, maybe a young one. Only direct sunlight leads to such reactions. I do not know what the sun emits, but your scientists have not yet seen this component of sunlight. They have managed to determine the existence of dark energy and dark matter, but they are not able to measure or see.

Kyra said in confusion, "Aren't the people of Light Valley supposed to be reclusive practitioners? Why would they do such a thing?" "You might not know this, but I was not in favor of establishing Lantech at the beginning. However, the people at Greensource Corp insisted on it. I found it very strange, but I knew that this matter was definitely not a simple one. Now, the people of Greensource Corp even dare to openly distribute the blue potions to experts from seven countries. This proves that they have mastered stronger countermeasures. Scarlet Leaf and Green Leaf were originally one entity. If they are truly controlled by Light Valley, then the entire Cametra, and even the whole world, wil