Sonic Cries Novels & Stories

​Around me, the Southern warriors drop, their hands flying to their ears as their partial transformations collapse back into human skin. ​"Hold the line!" Clyde’s roar splits the acoustic fog, a deep, psychic boom that cuts through the mechanical shriek.

"It's too late." My head fell back against his arm, my vision going completely black as the sound of Eldrick’s desperate, raw screams filled the frozen canyon, calling my name into a night that refused to answer.

First, Lucian’s howl. It was not the commanding cry of an alpha. It was the raw, shattered sound of a soul being torn in two. A note of pure anguish that vibrated through the earth, through the air, through the fading threads of my awareness. It was a sound that promised storms that promised blood, which promised the world would burn if it had taken me.

Sonia sat on the sidewalk bench crying silently. As if on cue, the rain starts to fall heavily. “ Why!? Why!!! What have I ever done to deserve this!!!,” she soliloquised angrily. She is not crying because she feels like a failure, She is crying because she has been staying strong all alone... Staying strong for a very long time that the tears can't help falling this time around. Flashback** Sonia stared at the letter on her desk in despair. Who will she ask for help now? Her brother Barry who is also the CEO is not even an option right now cause he totally hates her guts.

A crying, lonely, mother… ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ Yeah y'all got krissed sorry about that

The cacophony of my anguish reverberated through the disintegrating dreamland, an anguishing symphony reflecting the unraveling threads of my sanity. "Liam!" My voice, strained with fear, echoed in a crescendo of torment. The name reverberated into the void, intertwining with the macabre backdrop of the collapsing castle and the sinister whispers of the distorted elders. Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive.

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

She was so light, and her skin was colder than it should have been. Behind me, I could hear Sylas. He wasn't dead yet, but he sounded like he wished he was. He was letting out these crazed, high-pitched cries that echoed off the high ceiling. "No!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "No, no, no! What have you done? You’ve ruined it! What have you done to me?"

Sorrow Haze had just complimented me, was I dreaming or what? “Sister Siren!” yelled a familiar voice. I was drawn out from my wild thoughts as I turned my head back. “What now?” I asked impatiently. I realized that he was bursting in tears, not only tears were there but terror was also among his eyes. “Mes…” he struggled to talk. “What is it?” I asked him in concern while holding his arm. “Siren!” I heard my mother yelling from inside the little store. I was sure my break time was over but I couldn’t leave Akira in the condition he was in.

ADRIAN'S POV I was alone again. Back on the muddy riverbank, the sound of the water is still murmuring. But this time, it was different. This time, I heard something else. Crying. A raw, desperate sound that ripped through the quiet. It was a man’s voice. Damien’s voice. “No! I can’t! He needs me! Let me go!”