Radio Novels & Stories

“ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like they’ll die from lung cancer, “ he countered “ Whatever, it’s still gross, “ I said moving on. I suddenly realized it was daytime. I didn’t know much about any other supernatural beings, but I did know that vampires did burn in the sun. It was not a preferred way of doing so I’ve heard. “ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his c

And with that, she left, leaving him staring at her behind. Amanda was doing the dishes when her phone began to ring, she walked over and looked at the caller ID to decide if she should answer the call or ignore it. It was Eric, she answered the call, putting it on speaker. "Amanda," he said. "Afternoon Eric," she replied walking back to continue with the dishes. "Uh... How are you doing?" He asked. She shrugged even though he couldn't see her. "Great I guess, you?" "Same. Uh... The reason I called-"

I walked over and picked up the microphone. “I just want to tell Kaileeh that this is a sign. Acknowledge it and receive it,” I stated with a laugh. “Don’t receive anything,” Aunt Kassie slurred. “I will put you out,” I stated before putting the microphone down. “Zip it.” I heard Elise tell her.

He said smiling sarcastically. "Oh, so you heard what I said. I am so surprised! I am going to put this in the newspaper whenever I come back that Ethan finally heard what I said." "I heard everything that you said okay? It's just that I think answering your 24/7 blah blah blah isn't a useful thing. You know, saving my energy." He replied, emphasising "my energy" a lot more to piss me off more. I folded my arms and I keep on glaring at him angrily and he rolled his eyes at my reaction.

What the hell was that? I splashed water on my face and patted my cheeks. Forrest was just angry, he would never hurt me intentionally. He would never….. My thoughts were interrupted by my ringtone, loud in the silent room. I fished out my phone and squinted at the caller ID. “Hey Lang” I sighed out as I answered. “Elly baby, how are you doing? Its been so long since we last talked”I heard his deep voice echo through the phone, his tone light and happy.

“Still better than being blamed for letting someone die.” I ignored her and turned to Odin. “How’s the radio coming along?” We found a broken radio in the valley earlier. If we can find a way to fix it, maybe we can catch to the outside world's live broadcast of this Hunting Season. Odin nodded. He had been fumbling with the gear pile while we discussed. Right now, he held up a small black receiver with a cracked side panel and a bent antenna. Then, he turned the knob. At first all we got was static.

"It is her primary form of communication." Rin dialed the heavy brass knob, tuning the frequency through four bands of static until a quiet, rhythmic hum filled the small compartment. I leaned over the table, pressing the brass transmission switch flat with my thumb. "Mara," I spoke into the mic, my voice steady and clear. "This is Kael. Do you copy?" The speaker crackled with heavy static for three long seconds. The faint sound of industrial drills and rushing water hummed through the line before a sharp, rough female voice cut through the noise.

For twenty minutes, the only sound in the cottage was the opening of wooden doors and the clinking of metal tools. "I found something!" Kenny’s voice echoed from the back study. We all rushed into the small, wood-paneled room. Kenny was standing near a tall bookshelf, holding a heavy, dusty black box with a thick metal antenna and several brass dials. "An old battery-powered shortwave receiver," Kenny breathed, setting it down on the desk with trembling hands. Atlas stepped forward, his massive fingers surprisingly delicate as he wiped a thick layer of dust off the glass frequency display. He flipped the power toggle.

Chapter 161: The River Ghost The static from the shortwave radio went up and down like the sound of waves crashing against a shore. Inside the limestone gallery the air felt thick and charged with an old familiar frequency. Julian stood over the console, his big frame still his gray eyes narrowed into slits as he held the analog microphone. His knuckles were white against the plastic casing, his focus locked onto the speaker mesh like he could pull the identity of the speaker straight out of the wire.

He found the broadcast within forty seconds. His face did the thing it did when the information was bad. "High-frequency signal," he said. "Tight radius. About a hundred and fifty meters." He paused. "It's a specific frequency. Archive-band." He looked at Xander. "It's the same frequency as the parasite in Maya's neck." The whole column went quiet. "It's calling to the mark," Sarah said. "It's calling to the mark," Silas confirmed. "And because the mark is in Maya—" He stopped. Looked at the basin around them. At the hundred and fifty meter radius that the signal was broadcasting.