Rumbling Waters Novels & Stories

With a final howl of anguish, I turned from the fray, plunging into the raging waters. Currents seized us in iron claws, pummeling our joined shapes through rapids grown wilful and wrathful. Over fog-shrouded falls we tumbled, the world a blur of roiling white. All seemed lost to the flooding deeps until our battered forms washed ashore miles hence, dusk closing in upon an unknown strand.

Meanwhile, Haku's two pairs of legs seemed to be gripping the water several times, as if preparing to tear anyone who disturbed his nap. Haku's small movements actually had quite a big impact, rocks the in the size of an adult's body scattered in various directions due to being hit by water waves caused by Haku's movement. For a moment Zhou Fu seemed to adjust to the previously calm state of the water now becoming surging.

Drip, drip, drip… My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip… Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip… “Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body.

Everywhere was covered in a thick fog, and it was hard to see ahead of them, they narrowly escaped missing small rocks in the river. Then they heard a rumbling noise, at first it was distant and they couldn’t quite pinpoint the origin. The sound increased like a mighty wind rushing towards them. Dragomir and Raisel stilled and listened, confusion clear on their faces. They didn’t have time to think or imagine what it was before they saw it, the water was rippling and slowly it came closer towards them.

Rumble! A strange rumbling sound echoed throughout the cathedral. Clark suppressed the urge to look up and patiently waited for guidance. However, unlike previous occasions, the statue remained silent and did not offer him any indication. After waiting for five or six minutes, he looked up, only to witness the face of the statue splitting apart as a dark crimson liquid seeped from the cracks.

Sound came first. Not a single sound, not a clean one but layers crashing atop one another, they were jagged, overlapping, indistinct. A shriek of metal coming apart at the seams. A low, bone-rattling thump. Then something else beneath it all, constant and numbingly endless. Water. It bellowed like a living thing, devouring everything else.

I covered my ears as deep rumbling came from the abyss, it shook the whole plains due to its low rumbling, explaining the earthquake inside my dream. The eye of the maelstrom was getting deeper as it was getting larger, the volume of the low rumbling became stronger, as I stared dumbfounded at what was happening. I could see various nightmares origin inside the wall of the maelstrom's eye, the deeper I look, the bigger and stranger they become. Spider-like nightmare origins like the one inside Annie's nightmare could be seen in droves inside the middle part of the wall of the maelstrom, nightmare origins like the one I saw trying to suffocate me can be seen floating inside the deeper part of

The thunderous sound of breaking waves and the strong impact of the water on the side of the ship creates a tense atmosphere. “Arren! Hold on tight!”

There are not blue-green wave cresting elegantly in the tentacles foam in the seashore, but only a massive water; dark, strange, violent without kindness, a cruel thing coming onto the land like a monster, picking its feet and charging at everyone with a roar in its throat. He could hear the disturbing sounds of crunch of squeal of wood, concrete, metal and tilled, as if a huge black of mountain water came all at once and destroyed everything; like solid gain compressor pulverizing the neighborhoods, villages and town. There was this strange sound, difficult to describe. It wasn’t the sound of the sea which will make you relax, but more like the roaring of the earth, mixed with a kind of cru

I mumble, my eyes stuck on the road as we pass by restaurants, approaching the docks. “Mumbling will also get you nowhere Ava, you’re about to become the wife to one of the most powerful men in the world, with that mumbling, you will gain no respect, speak up or be quiet for a very long time,” he shakes his head, grabbing a few documents from the side and reading through them, paying no attention to me anymore.