Chord Library Novels & Stories

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"She's describing what happened at the chord," I said. "When I stayed in the network and refused. I wasn't managing the entity from outside the network. I was present inside it. Part of it." "Yes," Sera said. "You were already doing part of this. The chord worked because you stopped trying to be outside the thing and let yourself be inside it." She paused. "Full harmonization is that, but with the Ground rather than with the network. The network is the intermediary layer. Harmonization means being inside the thing the intermediary is built on."

The first shockwave crashes into my lower lips and clit, making me gasp as I feel my nipples harden when the waves travel up my entire body. “That’s a C chord, Bunny. Did you like that one?” he asks, flicking his hair away from his face. I nod, gnawing on my lower lip. “What other chords are there?” “Oh, Bunny, I thought you’d never ask.” We keep our eyes locked on each other as he takes me through the next string of chords. My ears can’t tell the difference, but my pussy now knows she loves A minor and C major. “Oh, fuck! Daddy! D minor, please!” I yell as Asher increases his playing speed, the vibrations never ending, my pussy is pulsing with need.

"If I shatter the obsidian, the trapped energy will explode! I have to Invert the ritual!" She placed her hands on the cold, black glass. She didn't hum a song of stability this time. She reached deep into the "Anomalous Chord" - the frequency of the impossible. She began to sing a note of Dissonant Defiance. It was the sound of the world refusing to be put back in its box. It was a messy, loud, and vibrant melody that defied the Purity Initiative’s "Absolute Silence."

I close my eyes again as his kiss travelled down on my neck down to my shoulder until it reaches the top of my chest. "Ahhh.." I moaned when he started sucking my ni-ples at the same time he was massaging it. I hold to his hair as he alternately did it between my two n-pples. "Ahh! Andrei mooooree.." I beg. I felt hot as if the every corner of my body is on fire. I can even feel my femininity soaking wet because of what he's is doing to me. "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! ADREII AHHH!!"

Its sonic signature, which had been a high-pitch wave of aggression, faltered, then settled into a low, questioning hum. The Resonant Chordq was the first thing they had ever encountered that possessed fluidity (harmony) yet maintained perfect order (geometric purity). It spoke the language of stability, using sound as its medium. The ultimate test came from the Discordant Pitch the viral chaos that was consuming their world. When the pure, harmonized chord washed over the black area of sonic chaos, the viral frequency reacted violently. It couldn't consume the sound, and it couldn't silence it. It could only mimic it, attempting to weave the perfect harmony into its own pattern of decay.

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*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

Maximus stood nearby. Did not look. But the moss beneath him curled. Occasionally, cadence returns through song alone. But through a body no longer asking to explain itself. Kehra (new chord) Three notes. One missing. I sang them slow enough that the fourth returned before I called it. Echoform shimmered. Then shimmered again. But softer. It was matching. Not me. The Grove. That means the chord isn’t mine anymore. It belongs to what’s grown in the pauses between my breath.

Not warning yet only rhythm. But soon.