Alastor Radio Tower Novels & Stories

"We need to get to that tower. Now. “We didn’t wait. We ran. The figures didn’t chase us, but I could feel them watching—calculating. We reached the base of the tower and found an old metal door, rusted shut. Andrea kicked it open with one powerful strike, and we scrambled inside. The interior smelled of dust and decay. Broken computers and equipment lay scattered on the floor. But against the far wall, a radio console still stood—its screen flickering faintly with life. My heart pounded. This was it. Andrea rushed to the console, flipping switches. Static filled the room. I grabbed a nearby mic, pressing the button. "Mayday, mayday! This is Alessia of the Claudia empire. We’re stranded on a

Kael’s ghost-voice erupted from every speaker in the hall—no longer a digital rattle, but a visceral, digitized roar. “Aria... the towers... they are using the estate’s bedrock as an antenna... they are broadcasting the submission code...” Kael was fighting them from inside the wires. I saw the silver mercury on the floor turn into a frantic, swirling map of the invasion. He was trying to jam the Apostles’ signal, his remaining integrity flickering like a candle in a hurricane. "Block them, Kael!" I roared. "I don't care if you have to burn the entire server farm—don't let them have his pack!"

"It was a carrier. A viral frequency. Anyone who has been vaccinated in the last five years has the 'receiver' in their bloodstream. In forty minutes, the Council will broadcast the signal. Not to turn people into wolves, but to turn them into shells. A world of puppets, controlled by a single throne." We had thirty-eight minutes. "We have to get to the transmitter," Leo said, his fingers flying across his portable deck. "It’s not here. Silas, where is the broadcast coming from?" The old man laughed, a wet, hacking sound. "The tallest point, Leonard. The Robinson Tower. The antenna we built for 'global connectivity.' It’s the perfect megaphone for a god." "We’re going back to the city," I sa

heir was grainy, but his eyes were sharp with a terrifying new clarity. "The Fifth Signature is the anchor," Alistair’s recording repeated. "But a world in harmony is a world that invites curiosity. You have secured the Earth, children. Now... the stars are listening." "What did he mean by that?" Killian asked, leaning over Elena’s shoulder. Elena zoomed into the background of Alistair’s workshop. Behind the brass Difference Engines, a new set of instruments was visible—long-range radio telescopes tuned to frequencies that shouldn't exist in the terrestrial spectrum.

him to grab the ladder bolted to the rusted wall. “Stay here,” he said, but Lena was already climbing after him. “Not a chance,” she replied. The platform was slick with algae and rain, the air thick with the smell of rust and salt. The towers loomed above them—massive, decayed skeletons of steel and glass, their antennae twisted by years of storms. A faint light blinked from one of the upper levels, rhythmic and steady, like a heartbeat. Lena’s gaze followed it upward. “That’s where it’s broadcasting from.” Adrian nodded, leading the way through a shattered doorway. The inside of the tower was a hollow echo chamber, every step stirring dust and old memories. Broken terminals lined the wall

I hoped I was wrong because Rose might kill me, but I had to be prepared. I pulled the cell phone out of my front pocket and quickly typed up a message to send to Rose, letting her know we were at Silver Crescent. I hit send and slid the phone back into my pocket. Alastor’s eyes ran over me before he spoke, “When was the last time you used that cell phone that wasn’t business-related?” “That’s a great question,” I muttered as colorful Autumn trees streamed past the window as Alastor slowly drove through the forest.

Then the second, which was the overcurrent protection. The third was the one that prevented using the ancient quartz array as a direct transmission medium rather than a storage system, which it hadn't been designed to be and which was going to be a problem for the quartz array specifically. He patched it in. "Ready," he said. "Silas," Elena said. "Channel bearing is fourteen degrees north of the water table's primary axis," Silas said. "Projection towers are clustered at the five-mile marker. That's your aim point." Elena put her hands on the table.

“That is why you must reach the central broadcast tower.” “Where is it?” “Outside.” “Where?” Elias gave her coordinates. Noah immediately pulled up a map. “That's impossible.” “What?” “The tower is beneath the old government district.” Adrian looked at him. “Can we get there?” “Not safely.” Elena stepped forward. “We don't need safety." Adrian looked at her. “You're starting to sound like me.” “Maybe that's why we're still alive.” He smiled faintly. “Fair enough.”

The silence is worse than his voice. I look at Elena. "The radio tower. North edge. Can we broadcast from there?" Elena nods. "Abandoned. Equipment still works. Kael used it before. During the war. Before the charges." "Take us there." We drive faster. The tower is metal and rust. Three flights up. My legs burn. My arm bleeds. Marcus climbs beside me, silent, brave. He doesn't complain. He doesn't stop. I stand before a microphone. No crowd. No cameras. Just a live feed to the internet. To every phone in the territories. To the world. To Darius watching somewhere.

“Remain here. I need your help to get the people to shelter.” Malachai gave him a curious look. “I thought the storm was not due for another few days at least.” “I don’t know,” Delmar sighed. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. Now come, we have much to do.” “Delmar!” Alastor called out, peeking out from his tent. “There is one more thing that you must know; one more thing that your grandmother told me.” As he spoke, Delmar’s attention was suddenly drawn up toward the thin chimney-like shaft of the tent. The column of smoke had turned thick and black. “You must be wary,” Alastor breathed cautiously.