Shattered Glass Soundwave Novels & Stories

They had tried to delete her from existence. A guttural roar of fury tore from my throat, a sound that was not meant for mortal ears. The obsidian windows of the penthouse cracked under the force of the soundwave. The very foundations of my tower trembled. In the city below, a million damned souls shrieked in sympathetic terror.

Silas’s P.O.V The malevolent entity began to unravel, disintegrating into nothingness, wisps of shadow evaporating into thin air. As the demon dissolved, a shockwave reverberated through the room. It was accompanied by a deafening roar, like the sound of a thunderclap amplified a hundredfold. The sheer force of the eruption shattered every glass surface within the house, sending shards of glass hurtling through the air like deadly, crystalline shrapnel.

Then, without warning, she snapped her knee up and drove it into the glass with everything she had. THUD! The impact was solid, heavy. The entire acrylic wall vibrated violently. Outside in the water, the sudden acoustic shockwave startled the sharks. The pack turned in unison, their powerful tails slapping the water, creating a dull, thunderous boom that resonated through the deep pool. Landon’s glass paused at his lips. A flicker of amusement, dark and twisted, sparked in his eyes. THUD. Ava kicked it a second time. THUD.

No sound. Horror broke out. I stretched up and reached for my throat, wires digging at my skin, tubes catching at my arms. Bandages caught at my fingertips—thick and rough and constricting. I was startled to discover that something was wrong. Something is seriously, seriously wrong. From the other side of the room, a nurse whispered, "Adrian," but her eyes quickly averted as though she couldn't keep staring into mine. She pressed a button and spoke softly to summon a doctor. I tried to sit up, but the pain was sharp and constant. My body felt heavy and alien. Looking at the steel mirror that was affixed to the wall made me feel nauseous. The face of a stranger holding a mirror greeted me. Th

The expensive chronograph fell, clattering loudly against the hardwood floor, the glass crystal fracturing into a web of tiny silver cracks. ​That small, insignificant sound—the breaking of a piece of glass—was the final blow that shattered the dam. ​A sudden, sharp sob tore from my chest, a sound so raw, so guttural and foreign, that it didn't even sound like it belonged to me. My knees, already weakened by the lingering poison of the sedative, completely gave out. I collapsed heavily onto the floor beside the bed, my back sliding down the wooden paneling until I was curled into a ball on the carpet, my face buried in my hands.

Twisted. Then came the tone. A warped bell note, low and bending at the edges, shuddered through the speakers. I felt it in my molars. I looked up. The chandeliers began to vibrate. Crystals clinked against one another. The sound was delicate. Then the first burst. Glass shattered across the room. Screams rose. Security surged. I leapt down from the platform, boots skidding against the glass-slick floor as I shoved past chairs and stunned aides, searching for one thing, her.

The first thing Elara noticed when she woke up was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a rhythmic, soothing sound, a far cry from the cold, sterile environment of the hospital where she had last been conscious. The smell of salt and seaweed filled the air, carried by a gentle breeze that tickled her skin. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, that she had finally slipped into the eternal darkness she had been teetering on the edge of. But the warmth of the sun on her face and the sensation of soft sheets beneath her told her otherwise.

[SFX: ISLAND. NIGHT. WAVES. THEN GLASS BREAKING.] Three days of peace. Three days of 167 BPM steady. No blood. No Valeria. No Knight Tower. Just Adrian bringing me ginger tea. Levinson checking monitors. Me learning what sand sounds like at 2 AM. Then the glass broke. [SFX: FOOTSTEPS. BARE. RUNNING.] Adrian was on me before I screamed. One arm around my waist, other hand over my mouth. Not to silence. To _protect_.

The sharp, shattering sound of glass exploding. And then— Nothing.

“Clang—” A soundwave like an arrow shot across them. She lowered her foot a little and leaped onto the soundwave arc like lightning. She sped away with the soundwave arc. “Holy sh*t! “This is too f*cking exaggerated!” Alex’s jaw fell so hard that he might not be able to close it for some time. Seeing her zither playing continuously as she stepped on the soundwaves and went further away, Alex hurriedly drove the Sword of the Universe with his spiritual awareness to catch up.