L Conductor Novels & Stories

It was the Grand Conductor—the supreme avatar of the Static-merged Devourer. The Conductor didn't look at the sky. It looked straight down, through the miles of crust, its featureless gaze locking directly onto Jack’s soul. "Your market manipulation ends now, Alpha," the Conductor's voice bypassed sound, echoing as absolute law. "I am here to balance the ledger. Personally." Jack slowly drew his dark-gold sword. The blade ignited with a blinding, roaring fire. He cracked his neck, the predatory, ruthless grin of the ultimate CEO spreading across his face.

"But the choir remains. I am the Conductor. And you, little Queen, have done exactly what we needed." "You," I hissed, rising to my feet despite the exhaustion that threatened to pull me to the floor. "You're the one who coordinated the scouts." "I am the one who ensures the cycle concludes," the Conductor said, stepping closer. She didn't attack; she simply stood there, a terrifying stillness radiating from her. "The seeds were never meant to be permanent anchors. They were batteries. And you, by destroying them, have released the stored frequency into the atmosphere. The ley-lines are finally fully saturated."

He lunged across the gap, not to save himself, but to shove the industrial rope into Meilin’s hand. "Tie yourself to the anchor stone!" Leo commanded. "Meilin, if the charge hits, it’s going to travel through the basalt. If you’re anchored, the surge will bypass you!" "And you?" she screamed over the thunder. "I'll be the 'Noise'!" Leo grabbed the metal staff from the Hermit and jammed it into the glowing fissure. He wasn't acting as a husband or a billionaire. He was acting as a Conductor. The violet lightning struck.

Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son. Lucien's muscles bulged, his fists clenched like he wanted to hit his dad and I could see him already moving as a huge lump formed in my throat. Just then......

"It's conducting differently. This section is metal under a surface coating." "Leaded steel," Xander said. "My father described it once. Described how his grandfather used lead to block resonance signatures from scanning tech." He crouched down. "It would read as concrete to any scanner looking for void space." "It reads as concrete to me," Silas said, "and I'm not a scanner." "You found it anyway." "Because concrete doesn't conduct frequency and this does." He stood. "How do you open it."