Bell Sound Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The beaming speaker affected us, the screeching sound made us fall to the floor since we were wolves. “Fuck!” I cussed looking over at Becca. She was groaning in pain, using one of her hands to rub her belly and the other to touch her ears. “Everyone exit the mall, there is danger on the premises!” We heard voices coming from the speaker and then another screeching followed by long steps. “Come on, Becca.” I went to her and held her up before we went down the escalator. “What’s happening. What's that noise?” Becca asked, her voice sounding tired?

Rrr- Rrr- This time, the sound of the doorbell echoing through the entire house broke the silence. "Yuhwan! It seems someone came!"

The walk to the dresser seemed to take an eternity. As I dug through it, I thought I heard a faint ringing in the distance. I paused. What was that? A phone? Not possible. The only phone in the mansion was the emergency phone, and it only made calls. It didn't receive them. A doorbell? No. In a place this big, I imagine the doorbell would be a lot louder than that. I only heard it for a few seconds before it vanished. I listened carefully but I never heard it again. Maybe it had been a bird, or my ears were ringing.

Then they left. Almost immediately, a bell clanged louder than any noise she has ever experienced. It kept reverberating around the room, the sounds were not coming from a specific spot. It was everywhere. It clanged again, louder still and non stop. She put her hands over her ears and looked up at the amplifiers perched in the corner of the ceiling. The loudspeakers sticking out from it seemed to be alive, it became a face, a menacing face, from a horror movie taunting her—clanging ad clanging. There were two other amplifiers in the corners of the room. The second one came alive too, a ear shattering piercing whistle and then the third came on, it was the sound of a train, a helicopter. She

I leaned my shoulder against the crumbling stone parapet, my teeth clicking together from a deep, internal shivering that no amount of wool could cure. The great bell was choked with thick jackets of green corrosion and decades of dried bird droppings, its heavy iron clapper bound tightly with rusted chain-links. Yet, the air inside the stone enclosure was vibrating so violently that the dust on the floor was dancing in perfect, concentric circles. "My ears are ringing with grease," I said, spitting a mouthful of thick, metallic saliva onto the stone tiles. Aurel struck the rim of the dead bell with a small iron tuning fork, producing nothing but a short, flat thud that died instantly. "The

But the sound was insistent. Beep. Beep. Beep. I exhaled slowly through my nose. My gaze dropped to the satchel. It was partly unzipped, a frayed tag sticking out near the handle. The beeping grew louder, more rhythmic. Not a phone call. Not a text. It sounded mechanical. Repeating at perfect intervals, like a timer. Beep. Beep. Beep. “Turn it off,” I muttered under my breath, glancing toward the hallway.

' Beep, Beep ' Bella was awakened by the sound of the heart monitor. The first thing she noticed was the ache in her head, the pain was so severe that she was finding it hard to open her eyes. The person beside her seemed to have noticed that she was awake. " Call the Nurse "

“It never is.” Eugene’s grip tightened again. “Then let’s finish it" he replied but just as the words left his mouth a sound cut through the hall. Everyone froze, their heads turned as the sound grew louder. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble slightly. “What is that…?” Ariel whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched Becca’s arm. Becca’s heart dropped because she knew that sound. She had heard it before on battlefields. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Now.” But as we moved, a new sound cut through the chaos—a low, electronic beep, steady and ominous, coming from the vent near the stairwell. My blood ran cold. I’d heard that sound before, in movies, in nightmares. A bomb. “Liam!” I screamed, pointing toward the vent. His eyes followed mine, and his face went pale, a rare crack in his composure.

I can hear their wings as they flap frantically. The sound of an old bell clanging echoes in my ears. It sounds broken, more like a clank than a chime. Something dashes past my right. It makes the leaves of the bush rustle and the dry twigs on the floor snap. I stop and dart off after the thing. My paws hit the soft ground, sinking in and leaving my trail as I followed the chiming of the bell ahead of me.