Ear Rumbling On Command Novels & Stories

In the tiniest whisper, she said, "Stop." The command wasn't aimed at anyone specifically. It wasn't meant to control. It was simply a focused thread of her will. The stone beneath her feet hummed as the runes around her lit one by one to ignite in a ring of silver-white. Damien flinched as the vibration slammed through him—sharp, clear, and ancient. There was no pain and no oppression. The vibration was just undeniably there.

As if summoned, the ground trembled. Dust drifted from the cracked ceiling. Hale stilled. The bear’s ears perked weakly. Kiera’s heart surged with sudden hope. The tremor deepened. A roar — distant but unmistakable — tore through the subterranean halls like a beast ripping through the world itself. Ronan. Hale exhaled in annoyance, rising to his feet. “Persistent animal.” He lifted the stun device in his hand. Kiera shook her head violently, eyes burning, heart racing:

There was twice as much noise and the ground on either side of the path shook. They rumbled ominously at his heels and he stumbled into a brisk trot. “Alright, alright,” Jim said. “I’m going.” Despite his fatigue and his mock bravado Jim was very, very afraid. He’d seen what those things could do and he knew they were playing with him.

My brain is still repeating the words like a mantra, making it hard to breathe, to get air in my lungs. Roland shook me hard, her voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere underwater, muddled with the wave. "Aurora, breathe," but nothing was getting through. My ears were ringing in a loud pounding sound, drowning out everything else, until I felt my knees buckle before giving out beneath me as I met the floor and everything went dark.

"The fault line caved in under their chassis! The artillery rigs are tumbling into the western ravine!" ​The high-definition video link erupted into a chaos of white noise and desperate shouting. ​Through the screen, the pristine mahogany desk inside the uncle’s armored command vehicle tilted violently to the left. The silver vanguard cane clattered across the floorboards as a deafening roar of grinding stone and tearing metal filled the audio feed. For a single, fleeting second, the older man's calm, aristocratic smile completely shattered, his slate-gray eyes widening in pure, unadulterated shock as the camera view spun into a dark vortex of gray dust and breaking glass.

Their friend responded. I tried ignoring the voices hoping they were just all in my head, but I knew better. It was the same thing every day. Rumors would fly quicker than the speed of light and by the end of the day, I’d go home with a face full of tears. I had no friends, and the ones I thought were my friends turned their back on me. A rough shoulder slammed into me causing all my books to scatter across the hall floor. Laughter filled the halls and I didn’t even bother to see the culprit. I bent down and attempted to pick up my books that people rudely kicked out of my reach.

His voice erupted like a volcano containing endless fury. "Hear my command!" "Lord of War Carrier, prepare for level 1 combat readiness. Target: Umbracia. Launch!" "Whoever fired those missiles, I will make Umbracia pay with blood!"

My brow furrowed as I balled my hands into fists. Their words about commanding the beast kept ringing in my ears. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I just have to try and command him again. “Arion!” I yelled loud enough that my voice rang all over the cave. “Stop, NOW!” I could Arion flinching at my command. He paused for a few seconds before looking back and gave me a toothy grin.

He was wielding hammers in both his hands, and there was a big drum hanging in front of him. Broom! The Rank 9 Dark Race hammered the drum and threw out his voice. Consequently, the ground began to rumble as it made its way to the elderly man. The elderly man threw a punch and let out a strong-felt aura. The elderly’s man purple aura ended up clashing with the loud sound. Lucas smirked. 'I wasn’t expecting to witness such a battle in this kind of unknown place. What a stroke of luck.'

To rile him up openly. Desmond sneered. "They believe a half-aged, half-wit who bought a fight from his home on their land?" "Ask them." Noah opened his arm in a there-you-go gesture. Soon as he uttered those words, a howl rose- encompassing and precise and vibrant- from one end of the mountain, then rose like a cloud castle in the sky until the humans had to cover their ears, ending at the other end of the mountain. "Go!" Rory, their general-thirty six years of experience in combat- peeled back it's lips, eyes wolf and snarled.