Sonic Chilling Novels & Stories

THE PRICE OF BREATHING {Playlist Suggestion: "Saturn" by Sleeping At Last / "Fix You" by Coldplay} ~CHELSEA POV~ The sound of a ventilator is the loneliest sound in the world. 'Hiss. Click. Breathe out.' I sat in the plastic chair next to Bed 4 in the ICU. My hands were wrapped around Chase's limp hand. He felt cold. Not the cool of a fall breeze, but the deep, terrifying cold of a body that was forgetting how to keep itself warm.

Every mountain, every drop of blood, every shard of Moonstone. If they found the exact pitch that matched the quartz lattice of my body, the dome wouldn't just break. I would shatter. Every loop of copper wire, every vein of gold static would explode outward as I turned into a cloud of dust. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The sound of my own joints grinding against the sonic wave was deafening. My left arm, the solid bone-white wing of quartz, began to vibrate with a violent, high-frequency shudder. Then, the first leak started.

The more she struggles the more she shrinks. 'Ariz!' 'Ariz!' 'Ariz!' 'Ariz!' 'Ariz!' "Look here little Ariz, look at me." He said. "Look into my eyes and let go..." He said using a hypnotic voice. "Good..." 'Ariz!' 'Ariz! Snap out of it!' She wanted to roll her eyes. Stupid ghost! How is she supposed to snap if her body is paralyzed? She can't even look away! His violet eyes mesmerizing her and she's slowly getting compelled.

My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself. Within what felt like an eternity, but in reality was an agonizing minute, where my legs once were was a long, thick and scaly, green fish tail. I looked myself over again when all that was left were residual aches, and found small fin-like appendages on my elbows and sides of my upper arms.

I hurried him on as we walked out of the room. "Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop!....." Our footsteps sounded as we walked through a long hallway, lined with flaming torches on the walls with green flames on them, giving the hallway a green hue similar to emerald. We had been walking through this hall for quite some time. Was this supposed to be a subway? Why the fuck was it so long?! I clenched my fists in anger as we kept walking and my walking kept evolving into stomps. I didn't have all day (okay, then again, maybe I did but you get the point)

The horned ice-beast lets out a shattering, sub-zero roar that causes the surrounding snowy peaks to groan with the threat of an avalanche. The sonic shockwave hits our sled like a physical wall, rattling the iron runners against the packed snow and sending a shower of razor-sharp icicles cascading down from the cavern's upper ledge.

The numbers were dropping fast. 70 degrees. 65 degrees. 60 degrees. The server farm needed to stay cold to keep the computers from melting, but this was different. The liquid nitrogen cooling system was being pumped directly into the room. "Silas!" Iris shouted. "The temperature! It’s dropping!" The violet lights in the room died. The only light left was the gold glow of the central pillar. The voice of Onyx returned, but it didn't sound like a machine anymore. It sounded like a choir of a thousand voices, perfectly synced and perfectly cold.

Aron yelled, lunging forward to grab her shoulder, but he was too slow. The center of the office erupted in a swirl of shimmering, blue-white mist. It wasn't smoke; it was ground ice, spinning with the force of a miniature cyclone. The sound was deafening—a thousand crystal bells ringing at once, followed by a silence so profound it felt like the world had stopped breathing.

The Goddess’s favorite executioner. "Silas, move!" I screamed. Silas didn't hesitate. He grabbed me around the waist and dove behind a thick stone pillar just as the giant wolf let out a howl. But this wasn't a normal howl. It was a sonic wave of pure ice. The air in the room froze instantly. The wolves who weren't fast enough were turned into ice statues, their faces frozen in expressions of pure terror.

"Just beating her to death is too easy. Marcus, prepare the Soul Extraction device." The Soul Extraction was one of the pack's cruelest tortures. It forcibly tore the wolf spirit from the body, an agonizing and irreversible desecration. "Let Valentina watch as her mother's wolf is ripped away, piece by piece." Hearing this, my mother laughed again, a crazed, broken sound, tears of blood and sorrow streaming down her face. "You can kill me..." she rasped. "But my daughter is truly dead... You've lost her forever!"