Thud Rumble Novels & Stories

Thud. It got louder and louder until the whole world was filled with it. Leon's heartbeat was steady and deep. Thud. Thud. Thud. It was like the sound of a war drum prior to a battle, or the thunder in the sky before a storm. Thud. Thud. Thud. I was charmed and hypnotized by it. It was full of ambition and encouragement. It was the rhythm of a powerful werewolf's life. Thud. Thud. Thud.

How long have they been watching us? Gunfire erupts—short, controlled bursts. Thunder fires twice, and I hear a grunt followed by the sound of someone collapsing.

But I know I have to do the right thing. Right as the last group is ushered in, we feel a rumbling sound so deep that even the walls vibrate. Definitely, that's not a growl. That's a thunder bolt. In no time, the whole area was a royal rumble of thunder and lightning bolts. It takes me a while to note that Harold had arrived, and whatever he was doing, he was trying to weaken the protective barrier around us.

I could feel him filling my insides all over as he started thrusting it in and out. “Tone down your voice, honey. I don’t know if your friend’s office is soundproof,” he whispered. Shit! I bit my lip trying to stop myself from moaning loudly. He was roughly dominating my womanhood from the back and I can’t help feeling pleasured with every thrust he makes. “Ah! Ugh! Faster, honey" I moaned loudly, not minding that we’re in my fucking office. He's hitting my g-spot for Pete’s sake!

Their friend responded. I tried ignoring the voices hoping they were just all in my head, but I knew better. It was the same thing every day. Rumors would fly quicker than the speed of light and by the end of the day, I’d go home with a face full of tears. I had no friends, and the ones I thought were my friends turned their back on me. A rough shoulder slammed into me causing all my books to scatter across the hall floor. Laughter filled the halls and I didn’t even bother to see the culprit. I bent down and attempted to pick up my books that people rudely kicked out of my reach.

“Not Hale.” “That’s not reassuring.” “I know.” She swallowed and steadied herself. “It’s… patterned. Repeating. Like a heartbeat that isn’t biological.” Mira’s face drained of color. “Say that again.” Before Kiera could answer, the sound came. Not a noise—too clean for that. A vibration deep enough to bypass ears entirely. The bears growled as one, a low thunder that vibrated through bone and water alike. Thorn dropped into a crouch, weapon half‑drawn.

"And do you know what I'd do if you… . His words were cut off abruptly as we heard a loud crash sound. The floor trembled under us, the glass panes rattling. My head shot up in terror. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t process what I was hearing. Then came the screech of metal, the shatter of stone, and the unmistakable roar of an engine fighting its last breath. Thorne was already on his feet, looking pissed as hell. My pulse slammed in my ears as I scrambled upright, clutching the sheet to my chest. What the fuck is that?

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?

The thud wasn't something you heard. It was something you felt. Deep down in the quiet places inside you. In the marrow of your bones, in the roots of your teeth. It was the slow, heavy heartbeat of the mountain itself. Thud. A pause long enough to hold your breath. Thud.

Something is here. A low rumble vibrated through the air. It wasn’t thunder. It was too localized, too rhythmic. It came from the shadows ahead, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and rattle the teeth in my jaw. It was a growl. A deep, chest-rattling sound like thunder trapped in a bottle, waiting to shatter the glass. I froze mid-step, my breath catching in a painful hitch. The rain seemed to slow down, time stretching into an agonizing crawl.