Yellow Flash Novels & Stories

Apparently, pushing Celyn into killing me faster was the new plan. Celyn yelled -or tried to. A bright light glowed out of nowhere. It glowed so bright I had to duck and cover my eyes. When the glare receded and I was able to see again, Celyn was gone and in her place- “Ribb-it!” Frog. There is a green, completely real frog where Celyn had been standing just a second ago. The frog had brown irises with gold flecks. That was an unusual color for a frog.

The flashes continued till I almost lost control of the car, quickly I parked the car nearby. Placed my hand on my head, I closed my eyes, opened and blinked it severally. Still I kept getting blurry memories, my head hurts. I took out a bottle of water, drank and leaned back, I breathed in, breathed out in rhythm. Then I started the car and drove to a certain extent and the flashes became extreme. I stopped the car again, took my bag, got down from the car, took a taxi and headed to Zeal Restaurant.

Then footsteps, heavy and sharp, stomping closer. Voices slink through, Marc and Velan, those bastards, chatting like it’s nothing, as if they were old friends. Torchlight catches Velan’s face, my hybrid eyes suddenly flares up and turns yellow-green. His skin is sickly, pale with a faint yellow-greenish tint, like there is something wrong with him. I realized only my hybrid eyes let me see this, he hid it so well with a spell. What’s up with him? “Whip’s your tool,” he’s saying, voice slick and twisted as they enter the cell next to me.

Zap-flash-crackle! The blue temporal fields inside the drone’s weapon pods inverted catastrophically. The automated stabilization programming inside its corporate matrix couldn't handle the raw, unrefined voltage spike. The crimson eye flickered wildly from red to amber, its internal cooling fans shrieking before the entire unit flipped upside down, its propellers clipping the rock face before spinning down into the absolute white silence of the valley below.

I admitted. Fred nodded at me and looked up. "I think the others are waiting for you right now." He said and started to chant words that I could not understand. Suddenly, a yellow light appeared out of thin air that floated above my head. "It will lead you to the way out. Follow it." "Fred-"

After surviving a bloodthirsty she-wolf, I figured I at least deserved a drink. My mind pulsed so hard I had to press a hand to my temples and step back. Intense flashes hit me without warning: a bloodied hand, drops of blood on the ground, Hamissa crawling backward, her eyes wide with terror. Between the images, I saw something different—a mixed glow… my eyes. Wild, fierce, and intense yellow blended with the honey tone.

The first flashbulb felt like a blow against Maya’s face. The light was white and blinding, burning through the dim, heavy atmosphere of the banquet hall and leaving a dark purple smear across her vision. Then came the second. Then a dozen more, firing in a chaotic, overlapping rhythm that turned the elevated dais into a stage under siege.

“Y-yes…I want you…your cock—“ A bright flash of light illuminates us. At first I think it’s lightning. Then I hear it. The low click of a shutter camera. I freeze.

Without arguing further, I pulled out my phone and opened my payment app. "This is a custom-made hair clip my husband ordered from Froise. It cost 8,800 dollars," I stated matter-of-factly. "But since we're all friends here, I'll round it down to 8,000 dollars. You can Venmo me." Isabelle froze, her face pale as she glanced desperately at Elliot. His friends erupted in outrage, practically spitting in my face as they shouted at me. "Are you kidding? 8,000 dollars for a hair clip? You've got to be making this up because you're bitter about Eli's confession!"

[The Error in the Code] The flash-bang was not just a sound; it was a physical erasure of the world. White light, absolute and screaming, tore through the derelict warehouse, stripping away the shadows where Jinyan and I lay tangled in a mess of amber fluid and new, raw flesh. My ears rang with a high-pitched whine that felt like a needle stitching my brain shut. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, but I could feel—and what I felt was Jinyan’s body, cold and spasming, being ripped away from my arms.