The Bell Chime Novels & Stories

Mira’s POV The announcement came at dawn. The sound of bells rang out across Pine Shadows, clear and bright, summoning the whole pack like a call to worship. Their clang rolled through the mansion walls, through the narrow streets, even into the forests beyond. I had heard those bells before, as a child, when the Alpha announced a wedding or a blood oath. They were not bells for joy today… they were bells for spectacle.

The bell above the door chimed at half past eleven. Renee didn’t need to look up from the invoice she was checking to know who it was. The Saturdays had their own rhythm now, deliveries at nine, the morning rush of browsers between ten and eleven, and then at some point in that window between eleven and noon, the bell and the particular sound of heels she’d learned to recognize without meaning to. She looked up anyway.

Then, the mountain spoke. A pillar of brilliant, blinding white light shot upward from the center of the brass plate, piercing through the churning crimson sky and striking the giant bronze bell inside the church belfry. The bell tolled—a deep, resonant, and impossibly loud sound that did not travel through the air, but through the very fabric of time itself.

Tracy stood there, her smile perfect and poised, flanked by two children straight out of a storybook. Jim, dapper in his suit, chose the music's crescendo to drop to one knee. At that moment, the helicopter swooped in, scattering the onlookers, and touched down in the heart of the garden. I pushed through the crowd, my body heavy with fatigue, reached for the hand of the person across from me, and collapsed into their embrace. As darkness closed in, I heard a soft whisper, "Oh… what have you done to yourself?" Just then, the doorbell rang at the Johnsons'.

“Hey,” I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smiled wide. Chad marched in and looked around. “Are you with someone?” He asked. “What? No. I’m alone. I’m ready too. Shall we get going? You know mom likes us to be on time.” He eyed me from head to toe. “You look gorgeous but I’m sure I heard voices in here.” “Voices? I had the TV on must have been that. I turned it off when I answered the door.”

"Yeah... okay, I am really glad I am not in your shoes. Your life is chaotic as hell. Goddess help you." I hissed at him, rearing back to smack his arm, but Tate quickly evaded my reach with a laugh. We ended up playfully dodging each other around the stone until the loud sound of the camp bells suddenly began to ring across the area. I froze, looking up toward the center of the camp. "What's that for?" Tate stopped, looking equally confused as he shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. Though, a continuous bell like that means there's a general gathering being called at the large field." I looked out in that direction, my brows pulling together tightly. What in the world was this unexpecte

The sky churned with brooding clouds as the old cathedral bell rang out five solemn times, its deep voice reverberating through the valley like a lamentation from heaven. The Cathedral Council had summoned an emergency conclave. The ancient bell hadn't rung at that hour in over two centuries, not unless the matters discussed were dire, dangerous, or divine.

Just as the first, pale grey light of dawn began to creep through the high arched windows of the kitchens, a sound entirely shattered the quiet peace of the estate. It was not the sharp, frantic clanging of the warning bell that signalled an attack. It was the massive, iron death knell in the highest tower of the keep. It tolled once – a deep, booming, mournful sound that violently vibrated through the very bedrock of the mountain. Elara instantly shot to her feet, her chair scraping harshly against the stone floor. Her violet eyes widened, the breath completely leaving her lungs as the heavy bell tolled a second time.

They gave each other a quick glance, the kind that carries a full conversation in less than a second. Then they stood, gathered their things, and walked out without answering. The door closed quietly behind them. I sat with my freshly dressed hand in the silence and tried to make sense of it. *** The bell rang at evening. It was a deep, resonant sound that rolled through the fortress and out across the courtyard. I had heard the servants mention it once while passing through the corridor. They said that the bell goes off whenever something big is happening. I got up and went to look.

Half of them are wearing black suits and the other half are wearing white attires. "Close your eyes," Death instructed. Emily closed her eyes. She felt a warm breeze of air around her. She heard a loud whooshing sound, followed by the sound of ominous ringing bells. "The cemetery bells, they call upon us now," Death whispered. The two of them are transported into a realm, outside the mortal bounds, where people and other beings are immortal, where ending doesn't exist. That place looks peaceful. It is just a white horizon that is filled with spiritual. Everyone wears white clothes except for the reapers of the souls.