Blink Morse Code Novels & Stories

I stopped, hesitantly and turned to look at him. "Miller," I mumbled, my eyes narrowing slightly. "What can I possibly do to assist you?" He looked at me for a moment, a grin etching its way onto his face. He was amused by the frustration he could see hiding behind my eyes. "Well, that's just it—you're my new tutor, Bloom." Oh, hell.

“Damian.” Eli froze. “It’s him.” Damian’s expression hardened. “Mute it.” But Eli didn’t. He leaned closer, listening. Beneath the voice, there was another sound — like tapping. A pattern. “…two… four… six… two…” Eli’s eyes widened. “That’s not random. That’s a code.” Damian moved beside him. “A location marker?” “Maybe. Or a signal frequency.” Eli typed rapidly, running the numbers through an algorithm. “It’s not coordinates. It’s too short for that. But… it could be a port reference.”

His fingers drummed an irregular pattern against the polished desk surface. "He always taps his fingers in code. Morse," Griffin explained, zooming the image until Michael's hand filled the screen. "He thinks no one notices, but I've been paying attention. It's how he communicates with his security team sometimes, when he doesn't want to be overheard." The video zoomed in further. Michael's fingers drummed against his knee—... --- ... SOS. James leaned forward, brow furrowed. "He's signaling for help? From whom?"

Living. Above me are sterile industrial fluorescent lamps. One of them was in danger of going out, it flickered, hummed and tried to keep itself lit. I've been dumbfounded by its Morse code for the past hour. Flash-on-ro ro-ro ro-flash-off. My eyes hurt. I continued to look. Followed by my own Morse code: Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Eric. Don't think about him.

he explained, "those white pieces of wood are actually a tribute to one of the most revolutionary forms of communication ever developed." Dave and the other three waited for word from the source for clarification. "The white dots of round wood inserted in the windows are actually Morse code." "So the clue is in the windows," Dave said, a little louder than he’d intended. The statement took the temple worker off of Russian. "I’m sorry. A Clue? What clue?" He was given no answer. Instead, Javier began examining the windows as well, in an attempt to figure out what it all meant. The effort was short-lived and futile, though.

He knew I was watching him. Elliot did not make a sound. He did not ask for help. Instead, his eyelids started moving in a pattern. He blinked three times fast. Then he held them closed for a moment. Then he blinked twice as fast. I stopped breathing for a moment. I thought back to the nights we spent in our apartment before everything went wrong. We used to use a code like a secret language that we learned from our hockey days. The old team's tactical Morse code. We used it to talk to each other without others understanding.

Its forest green Eyes stared unmistakably in the yellow fog of the tomb. He wore his back heavy fighting mount, reinforced by the dark plates of the Omega Guard, we had forged for him. His mere presence gave me the stability I had my tired muscles refused. “It’s a clean morse code,” Kael continued, and his deep voice vibratory soothing. ‘S-O-S-A-T-L-A-N-T-I-S. It is repeated every forty-two seconds. A relic from the time before the bunkers.”

Someone seemed to be… establishing communication with them. “…this better not be the enemy. Someone is hailing us from outside.” Wolfram clicked his tongue and stayed with the intercepted signal. However, the pinging noises began to sound in succession as if it was beeping. Wolfram easily noticed how it was saying ‘W’ in Morse code repeatedly. The third son made his device sound out a ‘Y’ in response. [S-H-E. C-O-M-E-S. F-O-R. Y-O-U.] [S-H-E. W-H-O.]

Knowledge. There was something Juliette wasn’t saying—and couldn’t. Zara stopped five feet away. Her voice, sharp and low. “Blink once if Devereaux is alive.” Juliette blinked. “Twice if he’s here.” No blink. A pause. Then one blink. Zara’s stomach twisted. “He’s alive… but not here.” Juliette’s fingers twitched slightly against the chair. A message. Morse code. Zara’s training kicked in as she counted.

Alexis smacked her lips as she twirled the wine in her glass. Violet shifted uncomfortably in her seat, with her eyes trained on me. Her blinking was strange, a short blink and a bit longer one. Morse code! This was something we came up with during our secret relationship. We use this code to speak while we are with others and can't chat. I remember how much Violet loved to use it for fun. She would randomly do it to tease me to kiss her right there knowing fully well that I couldn't. How could I have forgotten that?