Sonic Cries Novels & Stories

"Those aren't men. Those are monsters..." The lead entity paused at the base of the cliff. It tilted its head back, its jaw unhinging with a wet, sickening crack as it let out a sound that wasn't a roar—it was a high-pitched, vibrating shriek that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly inside the human mercenaries' skulls. Three of the elite guards instantly dropped to their knees, blood erupting from their ears and noses as their brains violently misfired under the sonic assault.

he grunted, the words echoing in the small space of his helmet. With a scream of shearing metal, the valve groaned. A jet of "Zero-Point" steam erupted from a nearby seal, the vibration nearly knocking Ethan off the ledge. The "Acoustic Noise" was deafening—a "System-Collapse" of sound that signaled the beginning of the end for the Sovereign grid. The Sovereign Counter-Strike "Ethan! They’re here!" Leo’s voice was a "Raw" shriek of alarm.

The air vibrates as the call grows louder. Their bodies begin to shake violently. Water crushes around them from every direction. Bones crack. Skin splits. They try to scream but the ocean takes their voices. The pressure increases. Then they collapse. Their bodies crumble under the force. Turning to dust that scatters across the wet floor. The song ends abruptly. Silence slams into the room. Broken glass drips water onto the ground. My sons stare at me. Wide-eyed in excitement I rush to them, pulling them into my arms.

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.

“Then go ahead, Fenric. Talk to it if you can, make it listen if you want. Show me you are not just someone who would turn on us and pull us all down.” Fenric’s lips shook and his throat was dry. He wanted to speak but couldn’t. A bright light grew sharper and stronger, cutting sharp lines on their faces. From the hollow, he did not hear words but a loud cry. It was long and sharp. It sounded like many wolves were howling together. The sound was full of sadness and anger and the strong memory of something lost. The earth shook again, as if the hollow cried with all those voices. Fenric’s knees almost gave out from the heavy feeling he felt as he understood what was happening.

And why the hell would I hear something like this in my consciousness! “Hicc… Hicc…” Cry? Someone is crying!? But who is crying in my consciousness!? =============:O PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE AND FOLLOW. THANKS A LOT BABY WEIRDOS. FOR MORE IMPORTANT UPDATES PLEASE VISIT THE FOLLOWING: F******k: Sam Velasquez F* Page: Samx Writes Twitter: @Oddly_Weird_Mis I*******m: @itssam_velasquez Happy reading Baby Weirdos

It really makes sense why he was on the top my son hugging him the after the shooting thing. Unconsciously tears falls down off my eyes. It just goes out naturally responding to how my heart ache and beat in pain. Our eyes says what our heart can’t say. It cries when we our in much pain, it also cries when we are in much happiness or something that we prayed finally happen. Nicollo, wherever you are Son, I wish you all the best and may the peace be with you and your family. Thank you for everything, I couldn’t be more grateful but hurt at the same time that you wish to saved my Son in exchange of your life.

I’m dead certain I can do this. “Aaarrgghhkk...!!!” squealed and squeaked Sumico with her terribly high soprano eight-octave voice tune. King Richard Orlando Lie, Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin were extraordinarily startled as well as exceptionally astonished hearing Sumico’s so sudden, vastly high, as well as remarkably piercing shouting. They turned backwards to look at Sumico, to know what actually Sumico was doing.

sounds sounded, the girls in room 201 immediately dispersed, everyone went to their bedroom to avoid getting angry, so they would probably clean up for a year. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. A loud scream rang out, room 304 was upstairs. Miss Tanphil looked annoyed, it was late, but she still gathered five to seven to tell ghost stories without worrying about sleeping. Ms. Tanphil rushed to room 304 when something horrifying caught her eye, it was the body of a little girl. In white pajamas, the girl hangs herself in the room, her body swaying in the wind along with Mozart's 3rd sonat. "It's the curse, it's that girl's curse..."

I snapped out of it mid fall, like a fog had suddenly been cleared from my mind. A blood-curdling scream tore through my throat as I scrunched myself up into the fetal position. What the hell am I doing? Why on Earth would I jump, and in front of Emory? I’m going to die!