Ear Rumbling On Command Novels & Stories

"Now, Marcus! Close the 'C' valve! Total isolation!" Below, Marcus heaved the valve shut with a guttural roar. The effect was instantaneous. The pipes began to groan, a deep, metallic thrumming that shook the very ground they stood on. It was the sound of a system being pushed into a state of "uncontrolled flow." On Elena’s remote tablet, the Arbiter’s processing speed began to stutter and drop.

It was erupting. Boots hammered stone floors in every direction. Voices cut sharp through the air — commands, not panic, clipped and precise the way trained wolves sound when they shift into readiness. Outside, howls split the night open, layering on top of each other in rapid, urgent succession. Warning calls. More than one. More than two. My skin went cold.

Rumble! Clop, clop, clop! As soon as Idris spoke, the ground began to vibrate rhythmically. The dignitaries were confused and looked around to find the source. At both the east and west horizons, tanks led countless heavily armed soldiers, marching over valiantly. The scene was awe-inspiring and magnificent. It was like a surging tidal wave. Just a glance at their unparalleled state was enough for people to kneel in fear.

And with that warning in place, I raised the club above my head and sending it crashing into the windscreen, making it a spiderwebbed mess. I didn’t stop hitting until it was shattered, until it a shatter of pieces of glass over the seats and over the hood of the car. I exhaled deeply, feeling much more better, more calmer, although I would feel better with bourbon in my system. Tossing away the bent club, I jumped down the hood, brushing glass from my clothes. Seemed like Seth found his voice sometime during my rampage because his yell reached my ears as I turned in the direction of the elevator, eager to get to my apartment and get trashed off some bourbon

"Use the heavy metal! Bring the noise, Zilo!" "Wait... do you hear that?" Sofia paused, her head tilting. From the direction of the district, a low, rhythmic thumping began to vibrate through the earth. It wasn't the sound of marching feet or the roar of engines. It was a mechanical, hydraulic cadence—the sound of iron gears and pressurized steam. "The mechanicals," Nomo whispered, a grin spreading across his face despite the terror. "Somito finally got the scrap-army moving."

With a newfound sense of urgency, they hastily began to retreat. "Tell Roland and Dray to attack," I commanded. "Understood," Wise acknowledged, promptly relaying the order to the hornblower. Without hesitation, the horn blower sounded the horn, its echoing call reaching Dray and Roland without delay. It was the signal they had been eagerly anticipating. … In the distance, the beastmen captain stood frozen in shock at the devastating power of the exploding arrows. His mind raced as he grappled with the realization that these arrows were imbued with magic.

Hearing that, I immediately switch off the earphone, covering Kuroyuki’s ears with my hands and my left ear with my shoulder. “KAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Sherry’s supersonic sound waves blasted downwards straight to Rumelia. Though Rumelia used the marionettes around her to block, the power was so strong that it blasted a hole right through the centre, and even scattered the snow around her. Anyone is supposed to bleed from their ears and even on their eyes and nose. Not Rumelia— she did not. Without showing any sign of pain, Rumelia expressionlessly, quietly, fainted on her spot without making a single excessive sound.

Sweat dripping down from his face “You're going to cum when I say so” He commanded, “clench your pussy and make sure you don't cum.” His dark warning drove her insane matched with every stroke of his big cock slamming inside her “Cum now my pumpkin” He ordered as he groaned. Both cumming at the same time. They lay on the desk for a moment, breathless, hearts racing. The office was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning. Dominic pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His dark eyes held a mix of desire and control... the look that always made Izzy’s chest tighten.

I make hand gestures to emphasize my point. "You've become so shameless." He sneers at me, and I finally lose it. "You're a-owwwwwww!!" My words are caught off guard by loud howls. After the first one, it gets louder and louder. Everyone around them starts to panic. This is not a drill. "We're being attacked!" Garry screams at the top of his lungs, and everyone is in a disoriented state. "Soldiers! Defend the pack! Others! Go to your rooms and hide!" He commands in his alpha voice, and everyone starts to scurry to where they're supposed to be.

He takes off running. Caden snorts. “Does he really think he’s getting away?” I shrug and step forward, pulling on my aura until it radiates through the clearing. Once it peaks, I shout, “STOP!” Everyone around me freezes. Even Dad, mid-step, stands completely still, staring at me like I’ve grown horns. Caden shifts uncomfortably but isn’t fully frozen. “Shit, sorry. EVERYONE BUT TIM CAN MOVE!” Dad gasps as the command lifts. He breathes hard, his expression a mix of amazement and confusion. I’ve never used my command on this scale before—just enough to get rogues to talk, usually.