Sonic Creepy Novels & Stories

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

I cried out in alarm, clutching my stomach with both hands. “What is it?” I heard Lucien's voice as he asked in a panic but I did not even have the energy to answer him. I just rolled around the sofa and almost fell down and without warning, darkness engulfed me. … “Haha, watch me eat your baby?” a creepy voice sounded, making my hair stand on my body. “I guess that she will be very delicious.” The creepy voice continued. I was in the dark so I could not see whatever thing that was talking. It sometime had the voice of a woman while sometimes that of a man, it was hard to tell what it was exactly.

Tom muttered. As Bob tried to rouse Drex, the patrol car turned toward the site of the murder. Tom felt goosebumps prickle his skin; he was terrified of encountering either his friend’s ghost or the creature that had taken his life. "It's so quiet here, Bob. Not a soul in sight," Tom whispered. "This is bad! Drex! Drex! Wake up!" Bob shouted, trying to wake the deep-sleeping Lycan.

A silent symphony of chaos. Low growls ripple through the air, deep and guttural, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The haunting howl of wolves echoes through the streets. The spine-chilling screeches of vampires slicing through the silence. And the almost imperceptible hum of witches, their presence felt but never seen. The city is alive with the creatures of dark, a living, breathing entity, and we’re racing right through the heart of it all.

Our small, peaceful home has now turned into a house of death. Outside the window, the full moon casts an ominous yellowish light. Lucas, who stands before me—whom I trusted as my protector just moments ago—now has eyes glowing with an intense violet light. A demonic smile curls on his lips, one I have never seen before. “Lucas! Stop! What are you saying?” I step back, shielding little Sona at the corner of the bed. Sona is still in deep sleep, the moonlight falling gently on his innocent face.

“Don’t worry Evan, this will get back to you soon enough. You’ll get to respond to everything. Okay, I tried calling the other locations called Helencia, and I either received no response because the locations didn’t understand what I was talking about, or the phone numbers no longer worked. This means if we travel through the other realm. We don’t know if we can safely leave through the other portals. In an effort to keep up with our changing needs, I’ve ordered packs for us with simple survival gear that should work in the other realm without too much interference from magic. Now onto the library research, we’ve got our hands full. The deaths appear to happen in cycles. Each death is diffe

All of a sudden, the eerie beat sounded like a magic spell that filled the sky with a kind of spookiness. Da-bam-bam-badump!!! The sounds were getting louder and louder. It sounded like an overture signaling that the dead were about to appear. “What is that sound?” Dalton Alroy, Tyr Summers, and the rest all heard the eccentric drum beat. The tune made those who heard it feel distraught, with a bad feeling also welling up in their hearts. Roar, roar, roar!!! As the hefty iron door opened, roar after roar came from the training square, like the sounds made by primitive beasts. The next second, one after another, human figures behaving like frenzied beasts scurried out from the laboratory.

If we cross that threshold, it’ll hit with the force of a physical blow—nausea, disorientation, total loss of balance. I could push her back. Pull her out of range. But I don't. "There's a sonic trap ahead," I say, my voice low. "We need to move through it fast. Cover your ears. Keep your eyes on me." She nods. No argument. Just trust. I move first, stepping into the threshold. The sound hits me instantly—a brutal pressure behind my eyes that makes the walls sway. My head pounds, vision blurring at the edges. But I keep moving. Five steps. Ten. Fighting the urge to vomit.

Tell me where you are. For a moment, there was silence. Only the soft crackling of the candle filled the attic. Then... the temperature in the room dropped. Sonia inhaled sharply. Her breath came out as white mist. The flame of the candle bent suddenly-pushed by wind from nowhere. Then a voice, low and rough, echoed inside the attic walls. "Sonia... daughter of Marisel..." Sonia's eyes filled with tears. "Elder Bruce... it's you." "I have heard the whisper," the voice said. "I have felt the book awaken. My tribe's death was not enough to bury it. And now... a young soul dares to carry what she cannot control."

The faint whisper of an enchanting song reached my ears, making my heart pound. A siren. "I’ll go to my room…" I murmured, turning to look at Bruce. To my surprise, his eyes looked glazed and he was dragging his feet. "Bruce?" No reply. I stepped away from him, but he didn’t react. Werewolf hearing, could he hear the siren’s song!?