Wall Slamming Novels & Stories

Silas jerked his head to the left, but it was already too late. A massive, black, fast-speeding SUV blew straight through the barrier, aimlessly targeting his side of the vehicle. Calvin's men. The realization flashed in his mind a millisecond before the deafening crunch of metal on metal shattered the air. The impact was cataclysmic, T-boning Silas's car with enough force to lift it off the asphalt, spinning it into a violent, rolling crash as the windows imploded into thousands of flying shards. The world spun in a sickening, chaotic blur of tearing metal and shattering glass.

It came from the left, sudden and immense. Raymond’s sharp intake of breath was the only warning before the world erupted. A massive eighteen-wheeler veered into their lane, its grille looming like a steel wall. The sound hit as an earth-shattering crash as metal collided with metal. Diane’s body slammed sideways into the door, her head cracking against the window with a sick, dull thud. Glass shattered, spraying across her lap in icy fragments. Her breath caught in her throat. She could taste blood, sharp and metallic, as her teeth cut into her lip.

Slam! Darren smashed his right fist into the marble wall of the bathroom with full force, unleashing a violent thud that was heavily muffled by the shower, which he had deliberately turned on to its maximum volume. His knuckles instantly flared crimson, throbbing with sharp pain, yet the physical sting was entirely incomparable to the absolute revulsion still compressing his chest. Beneath the cascade of freezing water drenching his head and soaking through his dress shirt, Darren rested his scalding forehead against the marble tiles, his broad chest heaving to an extreme degree in ragged, rapid gasps.

SLAM. I caught her right by the throat, my thick fingers wrapping entirely around her windpipe, feeling her pulse hammering against my palm, and slammed her spine hard against the stone wall. The impact rattled the light fixtures in the ceiling, sending a shower of dust and small chunks of plaster cascading down around us. A sharp gasp cut off in her throat as her feet left the floorboards, dangling three inches in the air, her weight supported entirely by my grip. My claws dug lightly into the soft skin of her neck, just enough pressure to draw a thin, bright red line of blood that began to trickle down her collar in a crimson ribbon. The color stood out starkly against her pale skin, vivid

He revved the engine, readying himself for the impact. As the car approached, he floored the gas pedal, the truck lurching forward with a roar. He aimed for the driver’s side, intending to ram into it and push it off the road. The sedan swerved, but it was too late. The truck collided with a sickening crunch of metal and glass, sending the car skidding off the road and into a ditch.

Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere shatters as the blaring horn of an approaching truck fills the air. Sukoon's eyes widen in shock, and Vihaan's grip on the steering wheel tightens instinctively. The truck swerves erratically, its headlights blinding them. VIHAAN (yelling) Hold on, Sukoon! CRASH! The deafening impact shatters the tranquility of the moment. The car collides with the truck, metal twisting and glass shattering in a chaotic symphony. The once-pristine car now lies mangled, smoke rising from the wreckage. Passersby rush to the scene, their voices a cacophony of concern. Emergency sirens wail in the distance.

I slam the door, lock the door and slide down the wall. Shit.

The collision was brutal. Both of them slammed into the wall with a thunderous crash that shook dust from the ceiling. Cracks splintered outward like fractured glass, the stone behind them webbing from the force. Lira took the worst of the impact, her body absorbing Shera’s weight as her back hit the wall first. A sharp cough tore from her throat, and blood splattered onto the floor in front of her. A deep growl reverberated behind me, vibrating through the air. Von.

I was just worried, that was all. Smash! A wolf crashed into my windscreen. “Shit!” I screamed, slamming my foot on the brake and bracing myself against the steering wheel. Blood streamed across the windscreen and smeared down the side windows, blocking my view of the outside world. “Shit,” I said again, quieter, my voice shaking.

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.