Sonic Chilling Novels & Stories

Like soldiers obeying the same command. Grayson instinctively pulled Noah closer. "What are they doing?" No one answered. The mountain rumbled again. A strange pressure filled the air. It wasn't painful. It was just.... Heavy. Like standing beneath the ocean. Noah pressed both hands against his ears. "I can hear it." Grayson knelt. "Hear what?" "A heartbeat." Noah looked frightened. "It keeps saying..." He swallowed. "...I'm late." Miles away... The Temple shook so violently that cracks raced across the ancient floor. Blue fire burst from the fractured pillar. The Sentinels immediately surrounded Savannah and Mason.

Then pounding. Everyone froze. "Something's outside," Marcus said, grabbing the handgun. "Probably debris," Catherine said. "Or ice shifting." The pounding continued. Then a voice—muffled, weak: "Please... let me in..." "It's one of them," the elderly woman's daughter said. "The ones who walked out." Marcus opened the door cautiously. Harold's widow stumbled in, frost-covered, barely conscious. "Changed my mind," she gasped. "Too cold. Couldn't do it."

“I'm Mr Jasper and these are my associates... James, Torres, Benson, Darlene and...” Jeff doesn't give him time to finish. He gets rid of his skin mask and introduces himself. “Geoffrey Martins.” George jumps from his seat as if he has seen a ghost. He cowers in fear as he Jayson follows suit. They're all leaning on the wall, unable to make any further steps. “Jeff? Noooo!” And the poor guy passes out. Jayson excuses himself and as he walks towards the door, Torres is quick to barricade him, giving him one of those looks.

Caelum added. The twins didn't fight the Autumn. They introduced the Winter. They began to sing a frequency of absolute, frozen stillness—the resonance of the "Memory-Ice" from the Whispering Isles. It wasn't the cold of the Sunless, and it wasn't the silence of the Grave. It was the Quiet of the Seed.

the population from what they termed a "Biological Cult." Avery stood on the observation deck of the old Ritz-Carlton, her hair whipped by a wind that tasted of impending rain and ozone. In her hand, she held a handheld sensor that mapped the acoustic signatures of the warships. "They’ve deployed the 'Sonic-Distruptors,'" Tommy said, his face illuminated by the bioluminescent moss on the walls. "They aren't using traditional shells. they're broadcasting a high-frequency dissonance designed to shatter the Sombra-marrow. If they hit the resonance frequency of the Coral-Spire, the roots will liquify. The building will collapse into the sea."

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

gray beam hit my palm and refracted. It split into a rainbow of light, scattering harmlessly. "My turn," I said. I didn't use fire. Fire was energy, and the Architect liked to eat energy. I used math. I looked at the Silencer. I analyzed its structure. It was held together by a specific resonant frequency. A chord. I found the dissonant note. I opened my mouth. I sang one note. A low, grinding tone that matched the resonant frequency of the Silencer's molecular bonds. HUUUUUM. The Silencer vibrated. Ripples appeared on its liquid-glass surface. It tried to adapt. It tried to shift its frequency. But I shifted with it. I chased it up the scale. CRACK. The smooth oval face shattered. The Sile

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

He jammed his finger down on the emitter’s trigger. A wave of invisible, crushing pressure slammed into the room. Cattleya screamed, her ears ringing with the sound of a thousand glass panes shattering at once. The vampires didn't die; they shrieked in agony, their bodies convulsing, their skin blistering and turning to ash where the sonic waves hit them. The room became a kaleidoscope of chaos”shattered relics, dust, pulverized stone, and the desperate, thrashing forms of the undead.

The energy traveled from Leo’s arm into Vax’s suit, traveling up the carbon-fiber conduits and into the Sonic Siphon itself. ​The machine shrieked, a high-pitched, metallic wail that shattered the nearby basalt pillars. Vax was thrown backward as his suit’s internal processors melted. The Sonic Siphon groaned, its vacuum seals bursting, and then it exploded in a cloud of superheated steam. ​Leo fell forward, his chest heaving as the oxygen rushed back into the cavern. He was trembling, the silver circuits in his arm glowing a dull, angry red. ​The Aftermath of the Salt