Unscramble Signal Novels & Stories

“Admiral! We’ve got a situation! Everything’s gone haywire and the base is lit up like a bonfire!” The Admiral’s eyes shot wide open. “What?! How did that even happen?” “I-I don’t know - but it all happened over the course of a few seconds. We’re still trying to figure out how to tamp it down.” The Admiral grit her teeth in frustration. “Explain haywire to me.” “Signals - the base’s signals are way beyond normal thresholds. Everything that can transmit is doing so but with far greater signal strength. Like they’re being amplified! Signals are rising steadily. It won’t be long until it breaks the field.”

"Be a good girl, and don't touch yourself." "Huh, what? What do you think of me." I asked, a loud smile on my face. "I don't touch myself, I never have." "Are you telling me you were not touching yourself that day in your room?" "No, I wasn't. I was only trying to get your attention by acting like I was." "Oh really..." his expression softened. "That day I got very furious. Make sure to eat something and take the birth control pills. Take birth control pills. I will send your doctor."

"...don't come out..." The transmission dissolved into noise. Then one final sentence broke through. "They're waiting..." The signal went dead.

Past the soap and the warmth and the human register, past the first layer of what she was broadcasting, into the space beneath it where the real signal lived if there was one. There was a seam. Not in anything I could see. Not in anything that would have shown up on the assessments Reineck had been running, which were good assessments run by someone who knew what he was doing. Something in the quality of the signal itself, the way it sat in the air around her. Too clean. Too consistent. Too perfectly calibrated to read as unremarkable, with none of the accidental variation that genuine unremarkability produced. Real invisibility was unintentional. It accumulated through inattention and circu

Ian contributed and crossed his arms on his chest. The scientists exchanged brief glances among themselves. "What happens if the signal is intercepted?" Liora asked. "Intercepted?" one of the scientists asked. Liora glanced at the scientist and replied, "If someone copies the signal frequency, they don't just track the soldier, they track the entire unit." Murmurs erupted among them as they all scowled. They obviously had not thought in that direction. Liora didn't reach for the device. She stared at it for a moment, not with curiosity but with recognition.

Loud. Urgent. Her breath caught. “What now?” The screen flickered— Changed again. New message. Three words. MULTIPLE SIGNALS DETECTED Her heart dropped. “What does that mean?” Then— The map zoomed out. Expanded. And her blood ran cold. Because the signal— Wasn’t one location. It split. Two. Then three. Then five. Her hands tightened on the wheel. “No…” Decoys. Or worse— Multiple targets. Multiple locations.

Chapter 51: The Uprising Begins Lord Garrett Blackwood - The Signal The crystal device pulsed three times in rapid succession, its light cutting through the pre-dawn darkness of Garrett's hidden chamber like a blade through silk. After two years of careful preparation, the signal he'd been waiting for had finally arrived.

asked Velove curiously. Keira leaned back, smiling wryly. "Someday we'll need it. While we're at headquarters, just go ahead and send me the data. I'll fix it later." He brushed his hair in frustration. "The signal disappeared right at the intersection. Most likely, they purposely cut it right there to confuse us." A few moments later the point levels in the air began to appear. They all shuffled forward, watching the computer screen intently. "Whose signal is that?"

“Yes.” “Then you’ll need more than implication,” the first man added. Avelyn didn’t respond immediately. Because she wasn’t guessing. She was observing. Every movement. Every reaction. Every small detail that didn’t quite fit. Lucas’s voice came again, quieter now. “We’re narrowing it down.” Tan added, “Signal is moving. It’s not fixed.” Avelyn’s eyes shifted slightly. Moving? That meant It wasn’t tied to a device. Or not just a device.

And far away, beneath the ruins of the Spire, a pulse flickered through the grid — a spark of blue light jumping from one dark screen to another, whispering a name through the digital void. > “Firstborn.” The Signal had returned.