Right Ear Ringing Omen Novels & Stories

Ronin was sleeping soundly when he overheard a ringtone in his sleep. The ringtone was specially made by him and connected to his heart. Not only would it have a sound alert, but it would also vibrate the inside of his arm for stimulation. The moment the ringtone rang, Ronin instantly popped into a sitting position. He reached for his cell phone at the side and took it out to check. He received a text message from a strange phone number. The content was with only one word, which was particularly concise. "Go!"

Omarion gazed at Isis from her head down her toes. Then, he yelled out Rachael’s name. “Racheal!” Isis couldn’t move an inch. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Omarion grabbed the telephone on the table and put a call through to Racheal. “Sir?” her tiny voice responded from the other end of the call. “To my office, now!” he shouted. Racheal must have moved the phone away from her ear as soon as he spoke because his voice was loud and sunk into the ear in the most unpleasant manner that could block one’s eardrums and confine him or her to a lifetime of deafness.

What the hell was that bite I was gifted with? I got out of my thoughts and was about to proceed the search for Triniti and James, when my ear started ringing again. That fucking shit again, I thought to myself as I rubbed my ear. I tried to calm down, but for some reason I could not stop the ringing. It was getting louder and louder to the point I could not hear shit. It didn’t something it has never did before; it spreaded to the other ear.

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

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.

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.

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.

Rainey An ear-piercing alarm shattered my peaceful sleep. I sat up in bed and attempted to catch my breath after being startled awake. I’d set Killian’s ringtone to be the most annoying sound on the planet, so I’d know exactly who it was when he called. Hearing it that early in the morning wasn’t the most pleasant way to wake up. I grabbed my phone, ripping the charger from the socket. I pressed the END button and tossed the phone on the bed before throwing myself down on my back again. I shoved my hair out of my face and tried to calm my racing heart. It was a shitty way to wake up and he probably thought it was some sort of hilarious joke.

"The ring is empty because the frequency is gone. But the Silver Alloy itself... Thorne said it was reactive. It’s not just a key; it’s a tuning fork." He looked toward the south. "There’s an old Van Dyne radio observatory in the hills of Tuscany. If we can reach it, we can use the ring to broadcast a counter-signal. We can't stop the Ouroboros from launching, but we can make it 'Vocal.' We can make sure every person on earth sees exactly who is trying to enslave them." "A public execution," I said, a grim smile touching my lips. "The ultimate audit," Ethan agreed.