Shattered Glass Soundwave Novels & Stories

The shockwave hit the alley like a physical wall, a roaring, hot fist of compressed air that shattered windows in the houses above and turned the dumpsters into booming, crumpled drums. Heat, intense and blinding, washed over them. Sabatine felt a searing pain across the back of his neck and his hands where they covered Anton’s head. The sound was apocalyptic—a rending, screaming cacophony of tearing metal, shattering stone, and the whoosh of ignited fuel.

His hands were balled into fists so tight that the glass he held shattered, blood trickling down his fingers. My heart clenched at the sight. When our eyes met, his face twisted with pain, as if to say, 'Look what you've done to me'. I looked away, muttering, "Blood on a wedding day... That's bad luck." Lawrence went white as a sheet, and before I knew it, security was leading him away. … Two hours later, the wedding was over. Jack and I were beat. We headed home, only to find Lawrence waiting at our doorstep. He looked like he had been there for hours. As soon as he saw me, he lunged for my hand, but Jack sent him sprawling with a swift kick.

Delila’s face was pale. Her whole body trembled. She clung to her parents, tears streaming down her face as she had done before, while begging them over and over to believe her. Kelvin frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “Even now, you’re still trying to wriggle out of it.” With that, he projected a USB drive onto the makeshift screen. “The dashcam footage has been recovered. The truth will be revealed shortly.” The final moments before my death was replayed, scene by scene. Delila’s shrill cry of “I want you dead!” echoed in everyone’s ears.

He opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, maybe to argue, maybe to shut it down completely, but a loud sound tore through the air without warning, a piercing shriek that didn’t belong to anything natural. It was high-pitched, almost metallic, like a horn being dragged across glass, the vibration hitting so suddenly and so violently that my entire body seized. Pain exploded in my ears. I gasped, my hands flying up instinctively as the sound drilled into my skull, disorienting, overwhelming. “Aria!” Damon’s voice barely cut through it.The next second, his body was over mine, shielding me. The force of the sound slammed into the car. Crack. The windows shattered.

His gaze locked onto mine. A jolt of pure, white-hot lightning slammed into my chest. It was a physical blow that knocked the wind out of me. My soul felt like it was being ripped toward him by a giant magnet. CRACK. The vibration was so intense that the remaining glasses on the tables nearby disintegrated. The loud pop of breaking glass was the only sound in the silent hall. I didn't feel the glass cutting my hands. I didn't feel the spit drying on my face. All I could hear was the loud, howling voice of a wolf I hadn't felt in years, screaming in the back of my mind.

The sound of firm footsteps echoed right behind me, shattering the quiet of the night. I jumped back, my entire body losing balance from the sudden shock. My hands shook so violently that the glass skidded from my fingers, crashing directly against the granite floor. The smash was loud, the glass shattering into dozens of sharp pieces that spread everywhere along with the water. "What the hell..." a deep, raspy, heavy voice resonated through the darkness.

The water on the desk's screen began to ripple in perfect, circular waves. The hum rose. It turned into a whistle; sharp, clear, and impossibly loud. Crack. The massive glass windows of Fisher's office spiderwebbed with a thousand white lines. The desk lamp shattered, showering the white carpet in glass dust. I squeezed my eyes shut, my ears rang with a sharp, iron pain, but I didn't let go of the scalpel. On the security monitor, the results were devastating.

Bang. ‎ ‎The bullets hit me. ‎ ‎They flattened against my fur. They didn't even break the skin. ‎ ‎I threw my head back and howled. ‎ ‎It wasn't a wolf's howl. It was a sonic boom. A shockwave of pure sound and magic exploded from my throat. ‎ ‎BOOM. ‎ ‎Every piece of glass in the room shattered instantly. The beakers. The monitors. The windows. ‎ ‎The lights exploded, showering the room in sparks.

Without warning, a huge screech blasted through the yard, almost knocking everyone over. As he staggered backwards, Lucas could see that the wad of material he’d dropped was unfurling, and the valves were slowly but surely coming apart. They all disintegrated in a series of tiny explosions that no one had any chance of hearing. Then, as abruptly as it had come, the sonic wave ceased. The guns were back on Miller before he had chance to take advantage. Frobisher grabbed at the valves but saw they were beyond repair. ‘Oops!’ Lucas said. His ears rang.

The powerful soundwave shook the mountain, and the roar was so thunderous that it could be heard resonating. The eardrums of Kai and Terence, who were fleeing for their lives, were crushed by the quake, and they bled profusely from their noses. “Ahh!” they cried as they curled up on the ground hugging their heads and convulsing involuntarily. Kayson had added a touch of mind expansion in the Titanium Leo-roar, so the soundwave attack had basically shaken Kai and Terence into fools. Penta-sun Doyen, Lionel, and Gary fell to the ground with pale faces and trembling legs.