Thud Rumble Novels & Stories

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?"

Thud! A resounding noise was heard in the end. It was the sound of Zayn and Ezra’s fists colliding with each other. The punch was infused with 90% of their full capacity, and the resulting impact was extremely bloodcurdling. Even they were incapable of withstanding the double impact that they fell backward as if they were blasted away. On the other hand, a huge hole actually appeared on the ground between them as the result of the explosion. It was more than 10 meters in diameter, and an enormous airwave stirred up out of nowhere, spreading outwards.

THUD It was here. She jumped inside with the wolf and covered the entrance. She had no choice but to snuggle the wolf, nestled between its front and hind legs. She had her knife at the ready, aimed at where its heart would be, in case it tried to maul her. THUD…THUD…THUD…THUD She couldn’t see a thing through the bushes as she laid there, hoping it would be on its way. It moved again. THUD…THUD…THUD She heard a slurping sound. It must be drinking from the river she thought. BOOM It plopped itself there on the ground next to the river bank. She heard the water being splashed and clapped. The monster was bathing, splashing water onto its bloodied face, taking the water in its mouth

The song of the Gate drowns out everything, the pull so powerful I fall to my knees on the colorfully cobbled path, hands rising to clutch the sides of my head to hold my thoughts together. I scream, my terror so powerful I can barely breathe to do it, the sound lost in the vibrating hum of the Gate before me. The ground begins to rumble, as though an earthquake approaches, though the feeling is rhythmic, pounding, a steady one-two-one-two that rattles my very bones. ***

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Just as she spoke these words, a loud rumble came rushing from within the thatched house that she flew out of earlier. The ground started quaking with an increasing terror, unseen yet formidable to shake the bones of the crusader. “What in God’s name is causing that ruckus?” They became so concerned with the source of the tremor that they temporarily forgot that their number one nemesis; the core of their crusade was directly below them situated in the restrictive caress of mud. ‘Rumble!’ The thatched house began to gradually crumble as the quaking became fiercer. By now, over 12 crusaders were gathered with fixated eyes and trembling hands facing the fearful abode.

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.

The earth trembled with a steady rhythm, low and primal. Each thud of the distant drums echoed through the ground, vibrating in their bones, setting teeth on edge and instincts on fire. It was not merely sound, it was a summoning. A calling from something buried too deep and ancient to belong to the world of men or wolves.

Suddenly, Galen’s head snapped up, and he looked toward the windows. “Do you hear that?” he asked. I frowned at him as Talon pushed forward to listen to all the sounds going on around us, before I groaned when I picked up on the sound he had drawn my attention to. Somewhere in the distance, there was an ear-deafening roar, and I instantly knew who it was. “Storm!” “Storm? The Storm? Tawnie’s second-hand woman?” he asked, alarm in his voice as he looked around, almost as if he thought she would appear out of thin air and attack him.