Radio Silence Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Hazel waited until the door clicked shut. Then she stood up, walked to the small mirror on the wall. Touched the snake tattoo. Winced. “Hold on,” she whispered to no one. “Just a little longer.” Her burner phone—hidden deep in her boot—was silent. No messages yet. She couldn’t risk checking it now. Outside, distant bikes rumbled. Viper guards changing shifts. Hazel lay down on the bed, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling. She didn’t sleep. Two nights later, at the fence line behind the Iron Sons compound.

My heart squeezed as her shoulders shook against mine. “Gabi what the heck is going on?” She whispered harshly. “Why does your father carry guns like it's an accessory?” I wondered if they woke her up with a gun to her head or if they'd been here all night. “Flora listen,” I held her chin up, making sure our voices didn't interfere with the livestream. “I need you to handle the launch while I talk to my father.” “O-okay,” she stuttered, taking the phone and mic.

The door opened just enough for me to catch her soft voice floating through the darkness. “…yes, Mom. They’re all here now. The four of them. I’m going to ruin them… every single one. They won’t see it coming. I’ll destroy everything they built…” My blood ran cold. I pushed the door open fully and stepped inside. Hazel was sitting up in bed, phone pressed tightly to her ear, her face illuminated by the soft blue glow of the screen. She froze the moment she saw me, her eyes widening in pure shock and panic.

“Tsk.” Hazel put her phone back in her bag. Seeing that she was mad, Danielle asked, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. A psycho sent me a disgusting message.” Danielle was curious. “A psycho?” “Yeah.” “Hm? Haz, you’re not someone who’s easily pissed off. Who’s the psycho?” Hazel noticed the questioning look in her eyes and instantly felt guilty. “Just someone. Alright, stop staring at me with your big eyes. Let’s go in.”

Anna and Emma start to take steps towards her , with a playful grin plastered on their faces. " You naughty girls , no don't " , Hazel warned them , wiggling her finger in the air. After caging Hazel in between them , Emma and Anna , tickled her stomach until she was hell tired from laughing . Their titter reverberated in the whole house. ........ At night, her mobile vibrated with an arrival of a reply from the same unknown ID , " Ryan ". " But ,why would he message me from an unknown Id ? ", she mumbled, as the curiosity was crawling on her nerves .

The line went dead, and Hazel let out a shaky breath, her heart still racing. ** As they waited for Halle, Hazel paced around, her mind racing through a thousand thoughts, while Riley sat on the edge of the bed, still nursing his throbbing head. The ringing of Hazel’s phone startled both of them. Hazel rushed to grab it, and when she saw Halle’s name, she rushed out of the room to the front door. She opened the door to reveal Halle; her face was tight with anger. She stepped inside without a word, and as soon as Hazel locked the door, Halle glared at her intently.

"Just like Valerius." "Valerius lies to enslave," Catherine countered firmly. "You lied to protect. There is a difference, Jack. Never forget that." "Hey, guys?" Haley’s voice cut through the heavy atmosphere. She wasn't looking at the mob anymore. She was staring at a secondary monitor, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "While everyone was running away screaming, the background noise on the radio frequencies dropped. And... I picked up something." "Police chatter?" Marcus asked, reloading his shotgun just in case.

his magnetic voice transmitted over to Hazel. Hazel's breathing faltered, and she suddenly felt nervous. The hand holding the glass unconsciously tightened its grip. She turned her head away, pretending not to have seen him, but his magnetic voice still reached her ears.

The group chat stared at me from the corner of my phone screen, taunting. THE COVEN 🔥🩸🕯 I leaned back in my chair, spinning slowly with my toes brushing the floor, rolling my stylus across the desk. My monitor was still cluttered with chairs, lights, and numbers. My brain needed something that wasn’t a blueprint. I tapped. Hazel had left twenty-three unread notifications from last night, when I’d been busy getting proposed to in a room full of old men and crystal. Rhea had followed with a five-second voice note that was literally just “pick up your phone, witch.”

"My wife found the entry in Silas’s personal notes. It mentioned a reset. It mentioned Old Man River." Santino stopped in front of a massive, prehistoric-looking shortwave radio. He turned a dial, the screech of static filling the cramped space for a second before settling into a low, white-noise hum. He picked up a stained rag and began wiping down a lens on a monitor, his movements slow and deliberate.