Wall Slamming Novels & Stories

I didn't even have time to scream before he slammed my head against the hard ground. Slam! The world tilted, the trees spinning into a dark blur. Slam! The second impact stole the strength from my limbs. My ears rang with a deafening whistle, and for a while, I couldn't see anything. It felt like someone had used a truck to climb over my head. He had slammed me against a stone. He dropped me like a ragdoll, my body hitting the dirt with a limp bounce. I couldn't move. I could only watch through the hazy red curtain of blood pouring over my eyes as he stood over me.

BOOM! The entire wall beside them caved inward with a deafening roar, a maelstrom of shrapnel and acrid smoke engulfing the hallway. Kayla’s ears rang with the concussive force as she hit the ground, the blast knocking her sideways into the unyielding wall. She saw a fleeting flash of Victor diving towards her—but then, everything went black.

Within seconds, Samael was snoring, apparently fast asleep. “Odd.” I rubbed my hands together to create friction. The moment my hand touched the wheel, the car bucked, accelerator slamming to the ground. I yelped, gripping it tight. “Hey there, boy!” My stomach plummeted as Pallor raced to the ground. I dug my foot into the break: Pallor shot upwards once more. I sunk into the white leather seat, relieved.

A guy who only yesterday hinted that he still wanted me. Swinging it inwards with a kick so it flies and bangs into the wall beside with such force that pictures are demounted and crash to the floor in splendid, splintering chaos. Rattling, smashing, and banging, along with the rush of air it exudes from my force.

Julian growled, his head thudding back against the headrest, a thin line of sweat cutting through the dirt on his forehead. ​Vivian mashed her foot onto the gas pedal. ​The sedan roared, its modified engine screaming as it rocketed backward in the dark. Vivian controlled the steering wheel with absolute, brutal precision, keeping the car straight in the narrow alley. ​CRUNCH. ​The reinforced steel bumper of the sedan smashed into the front grille of Marcus’s SUV at forty miles an hour. The impact jarred Vivian’s spine, her seatbelt locking hard against her collarbone. Beside her, Julian let out a low, guttural groan as his injured shoulder slammed against the door frame, but he didn't lose c

He was dead f**king wrong. The collision was catastrophic. The carbon black sports car slammed directly into the center of the heavy, gold trimmed iron gates at an unbelievable, suicidal speed. The sound of the impact was like a bomb going off, a deafening, metallic explosion of tearing steel, shattering glass, and exploding airbags that echoed across the quiet valley for miles.

The car jerked forward just as the SUV swerved violently toward them. Metal screeched as the SUV clipped the back of their car. The impact spun them sideways. Isabella fought the wheel desperately. “Hold on!” Dominic groaned in pain as the car slammed into a stack of wooden crates. The vehicle stopped with a violent jolt. Smoke hissed from the front hood. Dominic slumped against the seat. “That’s… not ideal.” Isabella’s heart pounded wildly. She looked up, the SUV had stopped. Its engine growled like a predator.

Bang— The car crashed into the wall at the side, making a loud noise, and there was a big dent. Karen Daly was thrown out.

I know exactly what is about to happen. “Cassandra, get down!” As she dives her head between her knees, the impact comes hard, and it comes fast. With one loud thud, we are driven forward, yet it does not stop there. They back off, and… WHAM They slam with pure brutal force into the back of the car again. I can hear Cassandra scream under the screeching of the tires. I hold onto her with dear life. Then again. WHAM The car swerves to the right, and I see it coming up hard and fast. With one loud crash. Everything goes black.