Thud Rumble Novels & Stories

A low, thunderous growl. Marcus.

But I was interrupted by a large thud. Thud!!!

I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making my vision slightly blurry. I hit the door with my back, and it all came crashing down on me like a wave that I was trapped. I shook the door, hoping someone would open the door, but it all proved to be fruitless when I heard his words. “Save your energy. No one is hearing you and even if they did, they won't help you,” He laughed sinisterly, making me shake in fear.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Qing Yue shakily raised a trembling hand to soothe her throbbing temples. "It was a nightmare. Just another nightmare." She whispered the words, clutching onto them like a lifeline as her heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing more than a nightmare." Unfortunately, the words sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Looking to the side, she saw that it was only 1 in the morning. She still had 5 more hours to go before morning descended. Because of the advanced weapons used in the Great War, the climate of both the Old World Formation and the New World Formation had changed drastically. One of these changes in the New World Formation was the enshrouding dark

That single step carried huge momentum, and the sound of thunder could be vaguely made out. *Step* The Lightning Emperor took another step and moved a little closer to the arena. Once again, the step was as profound as a lecture on the gravity of life given by a philosophy professor. This time the sound of thunder could be made more distinctly. *Step* *Rumble* *Step* *RUmble* *STep* *RUMble* *STep* *RUMBle* *STEp* *RUMBLe* *STEp* *RUMBLE* *STEP*

Hunger? She is the anchor. This was not corporate malice.This was a terrifying confession. A secret life tied directly to my existence. Suddenly, a loud, heavy, shuddering THUMP vibrated through the dense steel wall. The sound came from Rian Thorne’s private suite. It was followed by desperate, controlled panting. He is struggling. He is right next door. The noise intensified.Tearing wood.Grinding metal.The final, sickening crack split the air. A jagged gash ripped through the heavy drywall.

But as the first heavy frosts of a new winter began to bite into the Newfoundland coast, the world beyond their horizon had begun to curdle. Julian Thorne woke not to the alarm of a "Wellness" device, but to a vibration in the floorboards of his cabin that felt like a low-frequency snarl. It was a sound he hadn't heard since the fall of the monolith—the rhythmic, unbalanced thrum of an overclocked turbine.

The friction sent a shower of white-hot stone fragments shooting through the water, lighting up the dark abyss below us for a split second. Beside me, Dante Thorne's matte-black frame hit the iron mesh of the filter bed with a dull, structural thud that made the entire foundation of the ridge road vibrate. He didn't have his traditional Lycan mass to cushion the impact, but his carbonized iron shoulders didn't break; they simply anchored into the silt, his fingers digging four inches into the raw steel plating of the tunnel floor.

A low, deep sound started to rumble in the distance. At first, I thought it was just thunder from the storm clouds. The sky outside had turned a dark, bruised gray. But the sound didn't stop, and it didn't fade away. It grew louder and louder, a steady, heavy thumping that made the metal shelves in the warehouse rattle and shake. Thump. Thump. Thump. "LUS," I said, my small laugh dying instantly. My hand went straight to the hilt of my plasma blade. "What is that sound?"

The first day of the competition goes by smoothly and we’ve made it to the final top ten. Tomorrow this stupid quiz is over and I can finally go home to my bed. Putting on my headphones I sink into the chair, studying everyone in the room. Myles: senior, playboy, annoying and he touched my hair so he must die. He's the iron-man of the group and I'm referring to him out of his suit. Nicole a.k.a. Nic: is our resident bad girl and rainbow rider. Quiet and respectfully minds her business except when peed off. In other words, she's the Pepper to our Iron Man without the love. Kevin, Tom and Julian: all three seem to be the muscle where their mates are the brain. However, they're incredibly good