Shattered Glass Soundwave Novels & Stories

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

It started low, in my chest, and then it rose, high and clean and terrible. When I screamed, the sound hit like a wall. Her nails slipped from my throat. She stumbled back as if a physical force had struck her, arms flailing. She hit the dresser, spun, and crashed into the full-length mirror. Glass shattered around her in glittering, slow rain. I fell to my knees, hands over my ears, the echo of the scream ringing in my head. The sound left me trembling, empty and shaking, as dust and glass settled on the floor.

My body whips forward, glass exploding, metal screeching as the world shatters around me. Then—black.

[The Harvest of Souls] The Glass Court of Geneva was no longer a place of law; it was a cathedral of glass shards and dying echoes. As the three black Acoustic Arks breached the surface of the lake, the displacement of water sent a tidal wave crashing against the reinforced crystal walls of the chamber. The sound was a low-frequency roar that didn't just vibrate the air—it hummed through the calcium of their bones. Panni stood over the shattered remains of Jian’s mask. Her palm still stung from the strike, but the heat in her chest was different now. It wasn't the artificial gold of the Master Key; it was a raw, protective fire.

"Identify yourself!" ​Kaelen didn't stop. He didn't shift back. He let out a roar that wasn't a sound, but a physical shockwave. The glass in the pack-house windows shattered. The young wolves were thrown backward, their internal ears bleeding from the sheer vibrational force of the Primal Voice.

He collided with me mid-air, his massive weight throwing us both across the slick glass surface just as the harpoon slammed into the ground where I had been standing a microsecond before. The impact wasn't just loud—it was seismic. The glass floor, reinforced by the "Holy Fire," didn't shatter; it vibrated. A shockwave of pure kinetic energy rolled outward, throwing the wounded Blackwood warriors off their feet and sending a spray of ice-shards into the air.

Shatter! The glass pane of the abandoned hangars side office exploded inward as Marcus hurled his shoulder against the frame. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and sharp shards skipped across the oil-stained floor. He didn't wait for the dust to clear. He reached through the gap grabbed the manual iron deadbolt and twisted it with a loud snap. The sound echoed through the hangar.

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

This time, the roar was different from the roars before. There was a sound wave attack within the roar itself. The roar was so loud that it shook the air around, forming ripple after ripple. With a bang, the Soul Burst Ring clashed with the sound waves. The Soul Burst Ring spun frantically, bringing forth immense power as it constantly destroyed wave after wave. The Ruby Tiger's sound waves showed no signs of weakening, never diminishing at all.

I cut the call and rub the back of my neck. “Shut up. What’s that sound?” Ghost whispers. “What sound?” I listen more carefully. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Swagga backing up and his fur bristles. His low growl floats through the air, making everyone look more uncomfortable. The sound of ice cubes clinks in the distance. It turns into ice crackling, then escalates to the higher pitch of glass breaking into spiderwebs. “EVERYONE GET BACK!”