Right Ear Ringing Omen Novels & Stories

“You can watch the hunt tonight.” “No, let him hunt tonight.” Seth said. “I want to see if he has the courage to do it.” “Let’s go to the hunting grounds, then.” As I followed Seth and Dante back to the car, the ringing in my ear started up once again. Damn, if it was not my rib cage or my fucking side, it’s my fucking ear. Why the hell does it keep ringing? I could not handle it ringing any longer. It was causing a sharp pain in my ear and all I could hear was a wop wop sound.

He lingered for a second at the window of an occult shop - crammed full of gleaming crystals, bundles of incense and sage, and sprigs of other mysterious herbs. Before he could take a step inside, a loud siren pierced his ears. “Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame.” He winced as the blaring noise invaded his brain. Groaning, he yanked out his cellphone, almost fumbling it. He cursed himself for neglecting to change that startling, over-aggressive ringtone. With an aggravated sigh, he answered the call. “About time,” he snarled. “What’s up, Boss?” Riley’s voice was breathy, like Kadeem had caught her in the middle of a workout.

I was jolted awake by the unremitting ringing of my office phone, piercing through the silence like a siren. My heart sank as I saw Daniel's name flashing on the screen, my boss's name synonymous with trouble. I knew I was just better dead than alive! and was torn between answering the call and ignoring it, hoping Daniel and whatever the problem is would magically disappear. But the ringing persisted, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. My gaze fell on my mom's serene face, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. The thought of her looking like that in a coffin flashed through my mind, and I instantly regretted it, scolding myself for the ghoulish idea. The phone rang again, sn

Does he want to break my eardrum? He can't be serious..can he? My heart start beating twice than before. I tried all my possible best to disregard whatever was happening at that moment, but Instead, I put on my earphone and connect a music. I could no longer hear the ringing but I've started getting to have a headache, so I gently remove the earphone and placed it on the chair beside me. When I had done that, I couldn't hear the ringing of the bell on the door anymore. Could he have left?

Then, from the pocket of Rafe's grease-stained jacket, came the sound. It wasn't the sharp, short vibration of the auxiliary line, and it wasn't the high-pitched chirp of the terminal pager. It was a low, slow, mechanical ring—the distinctive, tinny bell of an old landline connection coming through the secondary diagnostic clip they’d attached to the building's main intake wire. Rafe didn't reach for his pocket. He stayed completely frozen, his eyes wide in the grey light, his breath caught in his throat as the bell rang a second time, the sound echoing off the empty zinc tanks like a hammer hitting an empty pipe.

The ECG machine beeped a little faster, and Erin had grown undeniably sick. As his head began to spin, the telephone began to ring. He couldn't handle it. Every little noise was the ammo to the gun hammering his ears, to the point where he felt the phantom shape of the bullets clog his ear-drums. That phone almost never rung before, but thanks to his luck, the ringing ceaselessly screams daily, now. Yanking the cord out of the plug, the phone's jarring ringing came to a halt. At last, one less noise to worry about. Sighing, he curled into a ball, feeling a soft, furry creature rest against his forearm.

It’s from Bhyron’s number. I can almost hear that dark baritone in my head as I read it; “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. Be careful, you might get burnt.” I block him in a heartbeat. *** That night, at exactly two thirty in the morning, my ringtone pierces the quiet, dark air. I groggily pick up the phone and press it against my ear without looking at the caller ID. A second later, Aunt Ophelia’s frantic voice almost sends me to the land of the deaf.

Riven’s POV They stung like hell. My eyes were currently burning from the harsh blast of antiseptic spray, but that pain didn't compare to the agony in my eardrums. My fucking ears kept ringing, and I had Eve to thank for that. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and the sound was entirely deafening.

“TING!” I kind of recognized this sound on my phone instantly, which made me avert my gaze at the screen with a flinch. It was the notification sound of that Tarot reading app that I had installed on my phone, yes, the one that gave me the horrifying prediction the day before- Blood, Claws, and Death.

At least at the company, there are distractions, things to focus on, something solid to hold onto instead of all these unanswered questions. Just then my phone rings. The sudden sound sends a sharp jolt through my ears, making me wince slightly before I reach for it. The hearing aid helps, but some sounds still hit too loudly, like my ears haven’t completely adjusted yet. I pick up the phone and glance at the screen. Mom. It’s a video call. My chest tightens slightly.