Thud Rumble Novels & Stories

“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?

The extreme cold was causing the metal to contract, the clicking sound turning into a high-pitched, metallic whine that vibrated through his entire skeleton. 158 beats per minute. The ring on his finger was no longer flashing; it was a solid, unrelenting black—the "Terminal Threshold" warning. Ten feet away, Cillian Thorne was moving with a terrifying, slow-motion grace. He had pulled a specialized thermal re-breather from his jacket, his movements unbothered by the cold. He reached the central console, his fingers flying over the frosted keys.

Rumble! Explosion sounds could be heard coming from inside his body, while his muscles twitched non-stop. With every twitch of his muscle, a shackle was destroyed. With that, powerful energy burst forth from inside his body. The aura he exuded grew increasingly terrifying that even Thea and Delainey hurriedly retreated. This lasted for a whole week.

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.

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

It was the rhythm of continuation. > thrum … silence … thrum … thrum … silence … thrum … The universe listened. And it smiled.