Audible Illusions Novels & Stories

Revolting. “I was down there with him! My wolf recognized his scent! You don’t understand... he—” He stopped abruptly, like something forced him to swallow the rest. I smirked slightly, deliberately provoking him. What? That he nearly died because you were about to tear him apart?” “No.” He released me. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Listen carefully, Sword Bearer. Azure crystals induce illusions. They drag you into them before you even realize it. Whatever you saw in that cave was nothing more than your own desires, projected back at you.”

I can hear branches cracking, water moving, everything. My head spins, and my chest tightens. “That’s… that’s too far,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I can hear it. How can I hear everything? My hands start shaking. “No …no, this isn’t happening …” More sounds flood in, layered and overlapping, too sharp, too loud, too close. I stagger back, pressing my hands to my ears, but it doesn’t help. I scream as it tears me apart from within. “I can’t …” My voice breaks. “I can’t turn it off …”

The initially calm blue waveform had turned into jagged teeth, as if it were opening its mouth wide. Although there was no sound coming from the headphones, the app felt like it was screaming all the same. I immediately threw my phone on the couch in the living room and returned to the bedroom, hiding under the covers. I had to be hallucinating. It must be because I have been working late recently. I was burned out. I forced myself to close my eyes. In the darkness, my hearing sharpened. The living room was silent. No. There was a sound. Drip, drip.

She knocked out Ada beside her. I gasped as I approached them. "Anna, did you find something?" Dr. Helena brushed off the dirt and looked at me. "What is illusion grass?" Holly was still puzzled. "Illusion grass is a green plant that emits pleasant sounds, containing illusion essence, which can affect the body's hearing and thinking, making people obey the grass's commands and ultimately becoming its slaves." "It can unearth the deepest desires in people's hearts. Those enchanted by its sound will be trapped in illusions until consumed by it. In other words, those white ashes are actually the remains of werewolves devoured by illusion grass."

I said. I was about to step forward when Gregory suddenly held my arm. “Wait,” he said softly, then continued, “Listen to the air in the room." Obeying his order, I closed my eyes and focused my hearing ability on the air in the room. At first, I couldn't hear anything, but after a few seconds, I noticed bright blue images form in my head. I could hear sounds from underneath the floors and within the walls, and these sounds formed bright blue images that looked like arrows, spares, and large holes.

My hand moved swiftly and fluidly, while my lips hummed a quiet tune that had been playing in my head. As I reached for an eraser, I heard something. A sound. Soft, almost like a faint hum… following the tune I had just lifted. I stopped humming and turned around. The room was empty. Just rows of desks with abandoned projects. Frowning, I went back to my work. Maybe it was just my imagination. But a few minutes later, when I started humming again, the sound returned. This time, it was clearer. A gentle voice mimicking my melody, like a shadow trying to match my steps.

My body buzzes violently, and I shake my head against the leather board, the chains rattling like thunder through the speakers. "Hear how much of a hungry little cunt you are, Anor?" His voice is deep, soft, and echoing back like a dark, physical caress. The amplified sounds of his heavy breathing and fast thrusts completely fill the space. "That is exactly what anyone standing outside this door will hear." My stomach tightens into a hard knot of pure arousal. "They'll hear my fingers buried deep inside your wet walls." Yes! I can hear my own chest beating deep and loud through the room's subwoofer.

High sound intensity is one of the tortures for a species with sensitive hearing like vampires, especially sounds like the howling microphones of thorns are an even more terrifying form of torture. In a sealed room with parallel walls, the sound will bounce back, making it even louder because you have to not only hear the emitted sound, but also hear the reflected sound, plus the energy from the other sounds. increased by the process of negative resonance. Moreover, the thorns also took this opportunity to squeeze Irina, causing Irina a lot of pain.

Or men who let their beards grow so long like some longshoreman. The next minute he was standing beside her, staring out the window together with her gaze, to find it was resting on the tree. "Its artificial. "He whispered "my kids loved it. " "Yeah, its not real. "She sounded broken. "All you have is just false perceptions that seem to make you assume they're compellingly real. Visual or auditory hallucinations are the most common fazes I've dealth with. You hear something in a sense of the actual stimulus, most common in my schizophrenic patient. If its auditory, you hear voices distinct from your individual thoughts. "

“There was an immediate effect. As I continued making clicks with my tongue, I began to really hear the echoes bouncing back to me. I was in luck because, in The Maw, there was absolutely zero ambient noise to confuse me. There was only the Ayakashi and her weapon. So, when her sword sliced again to her right and then to her left, I could tell the difference between the sounds because of the speed upon which they arrived to my left and right ears. Not only was I able to hear sounds but I was able to distinguish depth. There was this 3-D quality to noise. “And that was exactly how my brain proceeded to attack the new problem. My brain’s auditory cortex was processing this sudden barrage of ex