Sonic Chilling Novels & Stories

I sent a wave of calm, a low, steady rumble that started in the obsidian and moved through the air like a physical weight. Harrison froze. The clicking in his throat stopped. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he caught my scent—woodsmoke and the sharp, electric ozone of the First Alpha. "It’s a lie, Harrison," I said. I walked toward him, ignoring the way the silver chains hissed when they brushed my skin. "The sickness. The Council is making the music. You just have to change the station." He let out a whimper, a high, thin sound that broke my heart. He shifted back, the bones popping and grinding as he forced his body into a human shape. He collapsed onto the stone, his skin pale

Activating its powers again, the halberd set loose a sudden surge of purplish-gold brilliance and the destructive beam shot at the Human King of the Chamber. Bong! Bong! The Human King took out a little drum and pounded hard on its face. The little drum shone like a diamond as it rumbled, and the air quivered. Boom! That shattered the purplish-gold beam fired by Chu Xun's halberd and the sonic waves came crashing like tidal waves. Sonic wave attacks?! It was the sort of attack that Chu Xun would always find cumbersome for it deals damage directly to one's soul. The sonic waves came like an unstoppable tide, falling down trees and tearing them into chips and flakes with terrifying efficacy.

It was luxurious, clean, and utterly silent. "Rest well," the Refined Enforcer said with a polite, chilling bow. "You are completely safe here." The doors glided shut, sealing with a heavy, magnetic thud. The second Marcus was alone, the temperature at the base of his skull plummeted to absolute zero. The Silver Chill vibrated through his spinal cord like a high-voltage wire. Marcus didn't walk toward the luxurious bed. He didn't look out the beautiful window. He stood perfectly still in the center of the room and let his irises snap into rigid, crystalline Chrome Diamonds.

It was a creature designed to consume the excess energy of the trench, a living siphon that had been starving for centuries. ​“Silas! We need a Dissonance pulse!” I yelled. “Frequency seven point four! Scramble its sensory arrays!” ​“I’m on it!” Silas’s voice was a frantic blur. “But the water will amplify the shockwave, Winnie! You’ll be hit too!” ​“Just do it!”

I screamed, tearing my throat raw. But my voice was completely swallowed by the deafening roar of the Vanguard and the explosive, thundering crash as Silas plunged the blazing broadsword into the chest of the final Colossal. A shockwave of blinding white light washed over the valley, completely blinding the Vanguard and illuminating the dark sky for a fraction of a second. In that split second of total blindness, the ambient temperature directly behind me plummeted to absolute zero. It wasn't the natural, biting cold of the blizzard. It was the suffocating, necrotic chill of the deep permafrost. The puddles of liquid silver and lye pooling around the shattered gates instantly crystallized in

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown twenty feet backward, his body slamming into a stack of pallets with a sickening thud. I turned back to Silas. He was on one knee, his face contorted in pain from the sonic pulse. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers, and felt the raw, jagged power of his beast looking for a way out. "Give it to me, Silas!" I shouted over the whine of the machines. "Push it through the link! Now!" Silas opened the floodgates. The power hit me like a physical punch to the gut, but I didn't let it knock me down. I channeled it outward. I raised my free hand, my palm facing the ceiling where the sonic dampeners were mounted.

Thus , he could only grit his teeth and continue the farce . " This magic is called ' the dance of eternal ice ' " said Chelsea with a smile that didn't reached her eyes " if the sword touched even a hair of your body , your entire being will freeze into an ice statue and will crumble into pieces , there will be no blood , no gruesome screaming and you will vanish from the face of the earth in a puddle of water " " What - you are lying ! How can there -"

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

With a resounding thud, the basement door was tightly sealed, leaving her trapped and helpless on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Slowly, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by the echo of innocent laughter that once belonged to her, mingling with the voices of her family members. She didn't want to be carried away from reality, but the pull of the past was too strong... "Clover!" Veronica called. "Let me help you with your ponytails. Come here!” "Okie!" Clover trotted over, her small hands pushing aside the tall grasses that obstructed her way. The melodic "chu-chu" sounds from her slippers resonated with each step, chasing away the insects crawling along the muddy s

Dizzy from the slight concussion I gave myself I stumbled close to the opening of the hole. Just as I was coming to, I saw the changeling out of the corner of my eye. It was charging towards in an attempt to push me down the hole. I stepped out of the way and watched it struggle to stop with no luck. It shrieked as it fell all the way down and hit the bottom with a splash. Sylvia was having a hard time again with the other changeling and I threw another fire ball knocking it off of its feet. It tried to get back up but I had another fire ball hitting it again. I started walking closer to it, hitting it one fire ball after another until it burst into flames. It smelled like a septic tank had