Radio Silence Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

To have it expressed. Tears blurred his vision as he desisted his sprint under a big b**e tree, standing naked with no shadow of leaves providing a cover. Its branching extended outward like the skinny hands of an old witch. In the middle of its trunk was a big hole that was hollow. Zavier closed his eyes and murmured a spell until blue fluorescent lights emitted from the hole. It was a portal in which he stepped inside and it closed behind him into a black hollow pit again.

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

He also realised that the music he could still hear coming from the cafeteria had suddenly stopped playing and everything else had turned silent, except for the low whirring sound coming from the glowing book. Then, all at once, the eerie feeling drifted away but the book was still glowing and now he could hear the music again. 🎵I'm on the highway to hell, Highway to hell! The highway to hell, Highway to hell! Led Zeppelin's song was the one that brought back that eerie feeling as Jake got up, stashing the book back in his bag. "That's wrong," came a voice which made him turn around to find a boy, a student who he had seen earlier when he walked into that section of the library.

—a battered box of vacuum tubes and copper wire that looked like it belonged in the Great Audit of '08. "The world is screaming, Ethan," Damian said, his voice a "loyal" but terrified rasp as they sat in the shadows of the fish-house. He clicked the dial. The static was a thick, rhythmic hiss, but beneath it, voices were bleeding through the "Iron Silence." “...total blackout in the Boston sector... the Common Ledger is reporting a 'Recursive Loop' in the primary Hawke encryption... they’re calling it the 'Matriarch’s Malfunction'...”

she whispered, the words thinner than she’d meant. Leo’s gaze flickered, steady but softer now. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t let someone watch your back.” The air between them grew taut, alive with something neither of them dared to name. Cass felt the city noise dim around them, as if the rooftop itself had been carved out of time just for this moment. She hated how much she wanted to lean into it, into him, to drop the armor for a heartbeat. Then, static crackled in her earpiece. A burst of garbled radio chatter broke the spell, sharp and urgent. Someone was moving fast below, slipping through their net. The world rushed back in, cold and demanding.

My lips curled into a sneer as I sent her a message. I wrote, "Congratulations, Colette. You finally made it to Frederick's side. Anyway, you've only got one month left before the radiation eats you alive. Enjoy your last moments. "And tell Frederick he's no different. The two of you are walking hand-in-hand toward the grave." With that, I tossed my phone aside and ignored the wave of panicked calls that followed. Then, I got into the car I had called and headed to the countryside. Five months had passed, yet nothing out here had changed. The bloodstains on the tracks had been scrubbed clean, not a trace left behind.

The sound that comes back isn’t solid, it’s hollow. A thrill lances through me, hot and mean. Proof. But not enough yet. Hazel’s jaw tightens. “Last time we searched here nobody was talking. I should have thought of testing for echoes. Stupid.” “Not stupid,” I say, and the words surprise me with how much I mean them. “Clever bastard hid it well.” She side-eyes me. “Don’t go soft on me now.” “Please. I don’t do soft.” “No. You do Ronan.”

But I’m laughing, really laughing, for the first time in forever. When we finally stumble back to shore, soaked and breathless, we collapse onto the sand. “Let’s rest before we hit the clubs tonight,” Hazel says, her phone buzzing again. She ignores it, which is weird. Hazel never ignores her phone. “Who keeps calling?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. She shrugs. “Just work stuff. I’ll handle it later.” I let it go, but something about the way she brushes it off feels… wrong. Back at the hotel, I collapse onto my bed and check my phone. No messages from Soren. Not that I expected any.

Just the crackle of flames and the distant echo of gunfire. "Aureliano," I plead. "Is he..." Static. Then, the channel cuts out completely. The green dots flicker. And disappear. "No," I whisper. I tap the console. I check the signal strength. Nothing. Radio silence. I sit in the dark basement, the headset pressing against my ears, listening to the white noise of my own terror. They are gone.

It gave him a tether to the world he had abandoned. Static cleared, and Harvey’s familiar voice came through, cheerful as always. “Good evening, night owls. You’re tuned into City Pulse Radio, keeping you awake while the world sleeps. Tonight, we’ve got a special guest—someone with a message for… well, for someone out there listening. Take it away.” Rico froze when he heard the next voice. Deep and steady. “Kross here.” His blood ran cold, his hand hovered over the dial, ready to shut it off, but something—curiosity or dread—held him still.