Shattered Glass Soundwave Novels & Stories

Corpses covered the ground wherever he went. Yara took out his flute and began to play the Cold-Face Soul-Breaking Note. The stronger ones among the demons near Yara who caught the sound waves started to feel dizzy. They got into a frenzy with their weapons and techniques and began to attack anything in front of them. They ended up wounding and killing their own kind. The weaker ones who caught the soundwaves started to bleed from all orifices. They either trembled from the sound waves or got slaughtered. The sound wave technique worked extremely well to damage the surrounding enemy.

The sound tore through the air like thunder. A deafening crack echoed across the terminal, sharp enough to make everyone scream at once. Elena’s breath hitched violently as the ground beneath her seemed to shudder. “Kai—watch out!” she screamed. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw it—the massive glass window above them splintering, fractures racing across its surface like lightning veins. Time slowed cruelly as the pane gave way, shards breaking loose, cascading downward toward Kai.

Light, real light, not that warped, bending shimmer of the fracture, pierced through the windows, golden and sharp. The hum of broken reality collapsed into a deafening silence. And then, a second pulse hit. This one hit harder, physically. A wave of force rolled through the room like a shockwave. It knocked Kaine back into a column. Lucien hit the floor with a curse. Sethis slammed against the far wall, gasping.

His jaw clenched, his lips pressed together, as if he was struggling to contain his fury. "Wow, that's a truly wonderful revelation," the long-haired guy beside me said, his voice low and husky, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "If that's the case, would you mind spending the night with me, sweet Ivory?" he asked, his words dripping with seduction, as he took my hand in his, his fingers wrapping around mine like a gentle vice. He lifted my hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, his breath warm on my skin. But just as his lips were about to make contact with the back of my hand, a sudden, deafening sound roared through the air, making me jump. A gunshot! The glass that was sitting i

​The moment our perimeter guards close the circle, the air shatters. ​A high-pitched, vibrating shriek rips through the valley—a sound so violent it feels like an iron needle being driven straight through my ears and into the center of my brain. The acoustic cannon. The frequency hits my system like a physical blow, throwing me to my knees in the snow. My amethyst vision blurs into a chaotic, spinning grey fog, and my wolf shrieks in agony, her silver-and-violet energy retreating into the deep recesses of my marrow as the sound wave dismantles our tracking senses. ​Around me, the Southern warriors drop, their hands flying to their ears as their partial transformations collapse back into huma

“You’ve always been one of us.” Mara pressed her hands over her ears. “I’m not—” “You already are. The only question is how long you’ll keep pretending.” The glass began to crack. One by one, the mirrors shattered, reflections spilling through into her world. They reached for her, clawing, pulling. Mara screamed— —and Reese’s hand shook her awake. She jolted upright, gasping, drenched in sweat. “Nightmare,” Reese said quietly. Not a question.

the boy whispered. The girl with the glowing hands moved first. She didn't throw a punch. She clapped her hands together with terrifying force. A localized sonic boom erupted from her palms. The sound wave distorted the air, ripping the leaves from the trees and hurtling toward Baraka like an invisible freight train. Baraka didn't try to block it; he knew the concussive force would shatter his eardrums. He dropped to the dirt, the sonic wave roaring inches over his head, blasting a chunk of concrete off the blockhouse behind him.

These noises disrupted the sound waves Melody used to track her movements. "Party trick," Melody said mockingly. She waved her hand and the sound coming off the metal wires stopped. Lisa's eyes went wide seeing this phenomenon. Her wires couldn't make any sound, no matter what she did. The song she was playing on her harp changed again to a slow song calming song. Similar to a Lullaby, the sound waves produced were long and slow. But the sound particles in the atmosphere sped up significantly. The sound particles compressed and surrounded Lisa, then exploded. The fast-moving wires broke apart the shock waves created by the explosions with ease.

I blinked - and then again - and suddenly both people who wore full black clothing were there, guns drawn, eyes scanning for more danger. Someone was calling my name. But I couldn’t move. Not a muscle. Not even a twitch. The last thing I felt was the strength in my legs giving out, the world spinning, and the edges of my vision filling with black dots before everything faded to nothing. 24th December 2025 ~A Day Later~ I woke up to the loud chirping of birds - definitely way too cheerful for whatever time it was. The sound meant only one thing: someone left the window open.

Then, it shattered. The sound was explosive, the violent crash of glass meeting the floor, likely a discarded tumbler smashing against the fireplace. It was followed by a guttural, wordless roar of pure, impotent rage, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and echoed down the hall. It wasn't directed at me; it was the sound of a caged beast, lashing out at the universe.