Distress Signals Book Novels & Stories

"I can offer you true training, Liora. I can help you get much better with your Sight. I know you aren't up to your full potential yet. You are always too busy worrying about the company, money and other family affairs. If you weren't always so distracted, a powerful wolf like yourself would become completely invincible." Before I could answer him, a loud beep came from the small screen in Victor's hand. Victor stopped talking right in the middle of his sentence. His eyebrows pushed together. The screen started flashing with a bright red warning light. It was an emergency distress signal from his workers at the old house. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but the signal to let him kn

[I'm here. This time, I wasn't waiting for anyone to answer me. I rolled up the window. My phone had signal. The group chat stayed active. Someone led the way. Others traveled beside me. The backcountry had never killed the signal. I'd just been waiting on someone who didn't want to answer. Now, I didn't have to wait anymore.

Chapter 27 - My Female Orion's POV I was out on the northern border grid running a routine patrol when the first wave of distress crashed into my chest. I jerked my head up as I immediately ran through the clan link, scanning every member to see if anything was amiss, but nothing was wrong. Then why the hell am I feeling a distress signal?

The three of them had become a triangle on a shelf too narrow for mistakes. Across the ravine, the red signal lamp flashed frantically. Three short. Two long. Three short. Two long. Then a new signal cut through. One long. One long. One long. Gabriel’s face changed. “That I know.” Evelyn looked at him. “Old emergency code,” he said. “Danger close.” The scrape came again behind them. Closer. Evelyn turned slowly. Between the trees near the split boulder, half-hidden by rain and shadow, a pale hand curled around the wet stone.

As of now, he has sent three signals while all of this was happening. . . . / - - - / . . . Those dots and dashes interpreted to a distress signal S.O.S. and soon, they saw some people of ISO handling the situation, most of them dressed in a cop disguise while the others were in a civilian outfit escorting the still dazed and panicked civilians out of the scene.

My vision was blurred with tears, and my hands were shaking so violently I almost dropped it. Click. I pressed the hidden button. Nothing happened. No light, no sound, there wasn't supposed to be. It was a silent distress signal, a ping that would hit Raphael's encrypted servers halfway across the world. "Please," I whispered, "Please find me. Please come get me." I pressed it again. And again. I didn't stop. I jammed my thumb into the gold over and over. Click. Click. Click. I wanted that signal to scream across the ocean. I wanted it to burn a hole through every screen in the Capone estate.

"It bypassed our satellite network entirely and fired a hyper-compressed data packet directly into the Milky Way. Specifically... toward the Orion Cygnus Arm." Kenji hit a key. "This is the audio translation of the distress signal." A horrifying sound filled the command center. It wasn't static. It was a complex, multi-layered frequency that sounded like grinding metal mixed with a billion voices screaming in agony. It was the sound of a dying god calling for help. "And this," Kenji swallowed hard, "is the response we intercepted exactly twelve seconds later." The screeching distress signal abruptly cut off. For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet hum of the Citadel's servers.

She pressed the heel of her hand to her sternum, hard, trying to anchor the thread that felt like it was slipping. Her phone buzzed in the other room. Nori flinched. She stood too quickly and nearly fell. She grabbed the sink counter and steadied herself, then moved out of the bathroom on unsteady legs. The phone buzzed again. She snatched it up. A message from an unknown number. For a heartbeat, hope—stupid, irrational hope—flared. Then the text loaded. Feeling unstable? You’re not alone. Bond Distress Support is available. Confidential. Fast relief.

The kind of sound that shouldn't have reached her from this distance. A howl. Single. Distant. Coming from the southwest. From the direction of Ashveil territory. She lay still. Listened. It wasn't a pursuit howl. Not a summons. It had a different frequency lower, more complex. She placed it after a moment. A distress signal. Someone inside Ashveil territory sending a distress signal on the borderland frequency. The frequency that wolves used when they were trying to reach outside their pack's official channels. The frequency that Maren's network monitored.

We snapped our heads towards its direction. My heart thumped loudly, dread settling in my stomach. The light only means one thing. A distress signal. Keldor is in danger.