Audible Illusions Novels & Stories

My body froze, blood roaring in my ears. I must be hallucinating, or maybe I’d gone crazy to even think I had just voiced my secret fantasy out loud, with everyone in the apartment potentially hearing. My tiny fingers lingered on my pussy as I stopped and listened, straining to see if it wasn't me. And then, there it was…. the moans I’d just heard in my fantasy were actually real. I felt my pulse jump like lightning in my chest. It's not coming from me like I had thought. It's actually coming from...

I entered the maze of the dead just in time to hear howls of frustration directly behind me. I smirked to myself. If I stopped to laugh at the dimwitted creatures, the already small amount of time I had would disappear. The howls of desperation slowly faded. Then— Silence. Too quiet. I stopped running and listened. Nothing. Then came the sound of scraping metal. Bricks shifting. Shit. I spun around. The growling and heavy breathing had gotten closer. Much closer. And then I saw them. They were running across the tops of the mausoleums.

The sharp, high-pitched, incredibly bright baby squeal cut through the dead silence of the five-thousand-seat auditorium like a lightning bolt. The entire audience didn't notice it, but to my ears, that specific phonetic sound was a frequency I could track through a hurricane. It was a voice I had missed for a few days. "Usti! Usti!" The sound echoed faintly from the highest, darkest rows of the upper mezzanine. Instantly, the suffocating pressure in my chest exploded into absolute clarity. The auditory trigger slammed into my brain, and the locked door in my memory flew open with a violent, beautiful force.

The frog sailed through the air and landed right between the legs of the Cerberus triangle. It activated. But because it was damaged, it didn't emit the soothing Buddhist chant it was designed for. Instead, the audio chip malfunctioned, creating a chaotic, fluctuating feedback loop of white noise, distorted screaming, and high-frequency screeching. SCREEEEEEEE-NAMO-AMI-KZZZRT-WAHHHHHH! The effect on the clones was immediate and catastrophic. Because their brains were linked, the auditory assault wasn't just loud—it was tripled. The chaotic, non-rhythmic noise scrambled their synchronization protocols. They couldn't predict it.

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

As they neared their target, an uncanny silence descended, a stillness so profound that the beating of their hearts echoed in the emptiness. Unbeknownst to them, their pursuit had been noticed. One of the Destroyer's kin, a creature of keen senses and stealth, had detected their presence. With a surge of adrenaline, the creature unleashed its remaining power, conjuring a whirlwind of illusions, a phantasmagoria of distorted images and deafening sounds.

I blinked once, twice, three times in quick succession but it did little to alleviate the blurriness. A cacophony of sounds traveled to my ears, sounding so close and yet so far all at once. I wasn't sure if the echo was part of my imagination or if we were in a room that somehow produced one. I couldn't think straight. My brain was running a hundred miles a minute but it still felt too slow to catch up to real time.

Coughing, I leaned back on the bed, closing my eyes. I was listening to the clock on the wall when suddenly the spinning in my mind stopped. It was jarring, like running at top speed and then just hitting a wall. I opened my eyes and sat up. My skin tingled. It sent waves of sensations throughout my body. My hair raised up on my arms and the back of my neck. My mind was clear, completely clear. Taking slow, deep breaths, I could almost see the breath being exhaled from nose. Tentatively, I stepped on the floor and I felt the wood grains in the flooring. But also as I stepped down the sound of my foot hitting the floor reverberated through the room. My eyes went wide. I was like seeing the ro

The rattling of the door grew sharper, more unnatural—a brittle, metallic scraping that bore no resemblance to the soft groan of their rope-hinged bamboo panels. It clawed at the edges of Eloise’s sanity, echoing inside her skull like something trying to force its way in. She clapped both hands over her cotton-plugged ears, pressing hard, as if she could physically crush the sound before it devoured her. It’s only my imagination, she told herself, the thought fracturing under the weight of rising panic. Just hallucinations… nothing more. Yet the visions fed on her fear, twisting it into something sharper, flooding her veins with a wild, electric intensity that made every heartbeat feel like

I’d managed to refurnish it and make my little historical dwelling quite cozy by way of frequent visits to thrift shops and lawn sales. I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. What just happened? Had I actually heard Geoffrey’s words in my head? It sounded so real. His lips never moved, I’m certain of it. No one else at the table seemed disturbed by his statement. It wasn’t just imaginary thoughts popping up, was it? No…I’d actually heard his voice loud and clear in my head. No one could have convinced me differently. His masculine voice was deep and angry. Was he a ventriloquist? That would explain his lips not moving. What about the fact no one else was the least bit disturbed by his wei