Explosive Sound Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

And then, the symphony truly began. I’ve heard many things in my life. I’ve heard jet engines roar, I’ve heard the crash of the stock market, and I’ve heard the screams of my enemies. But nothing, nothing compared to the sounds coming from behind that mahogany door. It started with a series of rapid-fire reports, like a string of firecrackers going off in a trash can. Bang-pop-fizz-THUD. "Is he... is he exploding?" Luna asked, peering around the corner, still holding her purple dragon cookie.

We needed to get him away from the car. We had barely put some distance between us and the wreck when a sharp sound cut through the air. Something cracked loudly. Before I could react, a violent explosion followed..The force slammed into us from behind, throwing us forward. My grip slipped, and everything around me blurred. A loud ringing filled my ears, drowning out every other sound. For a brief moment, I could not feel anything. Then everything went dark. ********* My head was ringing. I could faintly hear the sounds of the TV. It sounded like Lysander's favourite cartoon. My eyes squeezed together and a groan slipped out of my lips

Liam stammered, before the Loudspeaker continued. “Knives, ropes, gags, you name it! Any sort of weapon or tool for murder that is not exploitable can be found in these bags!” “What the hell do you mean exploitable?” Mia questioned. “And by not exploitable, I mean something like a bomb, or a gun. Those could be potentially exploited for reasons outside of murdering!” They explained, as I could feel their smug grin on the other side of those Loudspeakers. “With that being said though, good luck Contestants. Happy killings!”

POV ESMERAY Silence is never truly silent. After an explosion of that magnitude, the world doesn't just go quiet; it rings with a high, piercing frequency that feels like a needle driven into the brain. It’s the sound of the soul trying to find its way back into a battered body.

Then, a deafening explosion rocked the house, and my mother let out a terrified shriek. A grenade.

The answers, I knew, lay hidden beneath layers of deception, waiting to be uncovered. The tranquillity of the gardens, the momentary respite from the swirling anxieties within, was shattered by a deafening explosion. The ground trembled beneath my feet, a violent tremor that sent a shockwave through the air. The sound, a raw, thunderous roar, ripped through the peaceful silence, a stark and terrifying intrusion.

It covered several feet of space. A loud explosion was heard, which sounded like a volcano erupting. A huge wave surged toward all corners. "What's going on?" Myra's pretty face looked shocked as she quickly avoided the wave. Chase swept a look around. When he saw what was happening, a cold look flashed in his eyes. They were filled with murder. "Who is it?! Show yourself!" Chase roared ferociously. The terrifying sound of his voice echoed forcefully everywhere and the soundwaves caused the crushed pieces of stones in the air to fly off. The air was buzzing with tremors.

BOOOOM! A deafening explosion suddenly shattered the night. The sound resembled a thunderbolt striking directly overhead. The sheer force behind it caused the very air beneath to vibrate slightly. A violent shockwave swept across the distant landscape. Snow erupted from the ground in enormous clouds. Several trees in the distant forest exploded into countless splinters. The force of the impact sent fragments of wood soaring into the air like deadly projectiles. Estelle immediately turned toward the source of the disturbance. It appeared Darnon had already found the individuals responsible for the rooftop massacre.

But I barely had time to think, as Cross’ last words reverberated through the echoing warehouse. “See you in hell, brother,” Cross smirked just as the building was rocked with a loud boom and the sound of crumbling bricks. The explosion came with a force I never expected; whoever rigged up this place must have been meticulous, and I had less than a couple of seconds to cover myself before the heat fanned my face and enveloped the area. Sounds of blasting all over the place filled my ears and I swore loudly as ringing replaced the sounds of screams. This had to be a joke.

“DOWN!” I threw myself sideways as the box erupted. The explosion wasn’t sharp, it was concussive. A roar that swallowed sound, ripped the air from my lungs, turned light into white noise. The blast punched the ground into splinters and hurled bodies like dolls. Fire licked the ceiling. Glass rained. Walls shuddered.