Fire Alarm Light Blinking Red Novels & Stories

They’re standing on the furniture, pouring drinks onto the crowd below, flashing guns tucked into their waistbands like fashion accessories. In the center booth, I see my targets. The lieutenants. "Clear the floor," I say into my comms. Enzo nods to the team. One of my men pulls the fire alarm. The lights don't come on immediately, but the strobes stop, replaced by the harsh, flashing white emergency strobes. The music cuts out, replaced by a shrill, piercing siren. Confusion ripples through the crowd. Then panic. "Fire!" someone screams.

In our hospital, Code Red meant a patient with a contagious disease or a violent patient had just escaped. Shit. I need to check on Logan. "Gareth, I'll call you in a few minutes. I have to go." "Yes, of course. Call me back. Stay safe." I hung up and bolted out of my office, my mind racing. The hallways were a blur as I hurried towards Logan's office, my heart pounding in my chest. The Code Red alarm continued to blare, its insistent wail echoing through the corridors and amplifying the chaos. Staff and patients were moving rapidly, some in confusion, others in fear.

Red and blue lights began flashing everywhere. Lila looked around in terror, covering her ears as the noise grew louder and louder, as though the entire den was about to explode. I recognized this alarm immediately. It only happened when there was a serious security breach. Alert. Unauthorized party detected. Tighten security. The automated speaker echoed through the den. Someone who wasn't supposed to be here had somehow gotten inside. Now they could prepare to meet their Creator. "Do not step out of this room no matter what," I ordered as I turned toward my Lila. She was staring at me with frightened, desperate eyes.

“He fed it.” Vivienne nodded once. “Yes.” A sharp beep cut through Hale’s comm. He went still. I knew that stillness. Every guard in the room shifted at once. “What?” I asked. Hale touched his earpiece. “Fire alarm triggered on service level three.” “Real?” His gaze moved to the ceiling camera feed on the tablet. “No smoke.” Vivienne stood too fast. “No. No, he found me.” “Sit down,” Hale ordered.

The cynical, bitter truth of it hung in the air between us, and I swallowed, looking away. “Well, I guess… you’re not wrong.” My voice sounded low, and I needed to sit to process the whole thing. I turned, walking toward a large, worn leather sofa across the room, and my knees hadn’t even begun to bend before the world erupted in a silent, visceral alarm. A piercing red light began strobing from a siren mounted high in the corner of the room without any sound, flaring that relentless, blood-pulse flash that painted the entire concrete space in strokes of emergency.

I couldn't be a hindrance. Anonymity didn't last long, though. For no reason, the lights in the upper corners began to flicker in an intense red, and an alarm, from whatever depth of hell it emerged, fired on our heads. We were denounced by the scandalous alert, and all my hope of escaping without greater physical damage had faded out like a candle after a whistle.

It was a lifeline. Aria closed the laptop slowly, her eyes instinctively darting to the smoke detector on the ceiling. It blinked a steady red light. Damian had told her it was a standard fire safety system, but Aria knew better. In a building owned by him, everything was an eye. Everything was an ear.

The second floor was instantly bathed in red light, and the alarm blared. The guard drew a gun, his intentions all too clear.