Currer Bell Novels & Stories

Moving her head left and right. “Wake up! You need to get your shit together. Roman try and wake her up I’m going to signal the Lothians.” I said rushing towards the borderline. A pole with bells was placed by the Lothians if someone wished to summon them. The bells were full of dust, indicating no one has rung this bell in years. Asher pulled the rope and a loud sound that sounded like people screaming echoed through the open grounds. Asher stood back. Waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. He rang the bell again. Making the sound travel again.

The bells rang without hands touching them. That was how I knew it had begun. Not the ceremonial bells. Not the ones for gatherings or grief. These rang from underneath the city, a deep iron toll that vibrated through bone and stone alike, slow and deliberate, each note spaced just far enough apart to make your nerves stretch thin waiting for the next. Kaden’s head snapped up first. Kael followed a heartbeat later. “That’s not an alarm,” Kael said quietly. “No,” I replied. “It’s a summons.”

"We have to announce—" "Shouldn't we wait for Kai to make such a decision?" Zara asks. "We have rules," Sia replies, "ring them." *** The first bell tolls precisely at 4:15 PM. It's not a soft sound; Mystic Valley doesn't have gentle bells. This one is large and made of bronze, hanging in the tower at the heart of the compound. When it chimes, it does so three times in succession, pauses, then rings three times again—the pattern of death, an announcement of loss.

I whispered, and the pieces finally started falling into place in the worst way possible, "he was a puppet playing with chemistry sets while the real architects watched from the wings, and they didn't want the formula to fix the packs, they wanted it to see if we were worthy of the inheritance." Suddenly, the silence of the woods was broken, but it wasn't by a howl or a motor, but by the single, clear chime of a bell that echoed through the valley. It was coming from the direction of the old monastery ruins on the northern peak, and the sound was so mournful it made my hair stand on end. "The Bell of Atonement," I said, my jaw tightening as I looked out at the mountain, "it hasn't been rung

The school bell unexpectedly went off, reverberating throughout the school and beyond the school walls. Whenever we are been summoned to be addressed on something important during school hours which happens once or twice in a week, the bell regulators will derive esctasy in flexing their muscles, leaving it gleaming with sweat under the sun as they go on ringing the big metal bell for "hours" exceeding "instinctual duration" for that ( sometimes...you just have go technical with terms...ermm...even if it's invented). Sometimes, it takes the principal or a teacher whose ears has been set on edge to call them off from the "esctastic activity".

All of them spoke one word when asked about “the bell.” “Remnant.” The ones who remembered the ancient ways. The ones who resisted the performance. The ones who hid in plain sight while pretending to blend in until now. The “Broken Bell” was not a building, but a ruin the skeletal remains of a burnt down mission house from the 1900s. It stood alone near a forgotten rail line, vines twisting around its bell tower, the bell itself split in two like prophecy scarred by time. James stepped inside. They were already there.

“You’ve mentioned that a couple of times. What I don’t know is why? What was his motive?” She drew a deep breath and removed her necklace, slipping the Bell from its clasp. “Meet the Bell.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fallon staring at the thing as she passed it over to Jayems. He had to be burning up about now, either with frustration or curiosity. Jayems examined it. “What does it do?”

The big bell was tinkled for the second time, by Naya, as ordered. What was that bell for, the seer asked, curiously, Well is just an emergency bell that will gather the whole servants and guards to this place, just watch and see, you will start seeing people around Let's move to the arena.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 Mr. Marble, get the bell beside him and ring it. Hearing the sound of the bell, it sounds like he is calling for someone. The melody the bell gives it's pretty cute because every second I hear it, it reminds me of sorbets being sold in the street.

She chuckled as he hugged her back. “ Bells. " He cried. “ Hey, enough. I'm here now so stop those noises. " She rolled her eyes and he chuckled. “ I thought you would never come back." “ Really? I would never miss when you finally fall in love. " “ Cuzzzy!!!!" Arleta screamed from her sleep. “ I heard her voice. I knew I heard her voice." She said looking around. “ Arleta." Bellamy called and she turned to her direction.