Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close Novel Novels & Stories

The flickering fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow over the lone, pristine white sedan that now sat trapped in the vast emptiness. With an iron grip, Damien pulled me toward the car, his knuckles turning white with the effort. I could feel my heart thundering against his fingers, which pressed uncomfortably into my wrist. Just a few more steps, and I would be ensnared once again, locked away from any flicker of hope for escape. And then, the world exploded. **BOOM!** The sound struck like the crack of thunder inside a confined space, reverberating off the concrete walls and ceiling with a terrifying intensity. My heart leaped into my throat as the shock wave surged toward us, causin

She pulled back from the curtain, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, and she buried her face in Ethan's soft, sleeping, fever-warm hair. And then, the sound. It was not a sound she had ever heard. It was not polite applause. It was an explosion. It was a roar. It was thunder. It was the sound of two hundred of the world's coldest, most cynical people, standing, screaming, shouting "Bravo! BRAVO!" They were stamping their feet. The entire, ancient building was shaking. Pop-pop-pop-pop! The flashbulbs were a war zone, a frantic, desperate attempt to capture the ghost.

First edition novels, hard-to-find novels and History bound in quiet authority. I inhale deeply, steadying myself. This room always makes me feel safe, it’s my safe haven, Private, and Removed from the rest of the world. Behind me, I hear him enter and the door closes softly with one loud click, the sound final in a way that makes my skin prickle. I don’t turn around yet. I let the silence stretch, let the tension build, let him stand there wondering what I’m about to show him and what it means that I led him here.

Recognition crashing through me in a wave that had no ceiling, no floor, no walls. Their Luna. She's here. She's ours— A sound tore out of me. Below language. Below anything I could name. My hearing exploded outward. Sophie downstairs on her phone, her voice a clear sharp thread. Security wolves on the perimeter. The highway three miles west. Individual engines. A television two streets over. All of it immediate and pressing against the inside of my skull simultaneously. Colors behind my closed eyes went violent. I could smell Damien's fear before I saw his face.

Levi’s raw, guttural voice tore through the room. Suddenly, a blur of motion tore across the room as he moved at an unnatural, terrifying speed. He slammed into me, wrapping his powerful arms around my body and pulling me tight against his chest. He curled his entire body into a protective covering, tucking my head into the curve of his neck so that not a single piece of me remained exposed. The world exploded into a blinding, deafening roar of orange, and I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to Levi. The sheer pressure of the explosion pushed against us, and I could feel the intense, searing heat of the flames licking at the air inches from my skin.

It had been so loud that I thought he had heard it, especially with how close he had been standing. For a moment, it felt as though the world had gone utterly still, I couldn’t hear any other thing. Not the whispers from the pack, the loud noise from a distance that I always manage to pick out due to my abilities, no sound, nothing— it was just Dravon, he was all I could see at that moment, and the inevitability of what might happen if I had leaned forward instead of back. His hand had grazed mine, his fingertips felt like sparks on my bare skin, and in that fleeting contact, my body betrayed me. Every nerve in me screamed for more, for me to lean in, to greedily claim more of him.

The act was deliberate, a ritual of reclamation after a day spent defending inches of space. She didn’t write a prayer; faith felt too far away for that. She didn’t write an explanation—explanations were for other people. She wrote a list, the kind that made sense only in the language of her own survival. Crowding. The word pressed into the page with more force than she intended, the memory of bodies too close, the taste of other people’s breath still sour in her lungs. Light. She wrote it sharp, the memory of it stinging behind her eyes—overhead, relentless, the kind that made even her own skin feel like a spotlight.

Were they pulling me towards them? As I reached the edge of town, howl after howl filled the air and it sounded so real. I couldn’t tell anymore if the sounds were in my head or coming from the trees in front of me. The noise overwhelmed me, stopping me dead in my tracks. My hands flew up to cover my ears, but it didn't drown out the howls that surrounded me. I screamed into the air when my eardrums began to rattle like they were about to blast right out of my ears. I ceased screaming when I felt one last excruciating pop. Instant relief washed over me and a blissful silence replaced the unbearable howls. Blood began to seep through my fingers and I dropped to my knees in agony, but the pain

The music was loud. Really loud. Latifa could feel her eardrums hurting, she was sitting at the far edge of the room, watching the commotion and adrenaline rush through everyone but her, She could faintly hear — underneath the loud noise, that would probably make her deaf soon — The demanding tone of her best friend.

The sound was not a bang, but a hum—a singular, impossibly loud note that silenced the groan of the city, the roar of the flood, and the frantic beating of Nikos’s own heart. As the light engulfed everything, the last thing Nikos felt was the cold, unyielding press of the floor beneath him and the terrified, frantic kick of the life growing within him—the only pulse left in a dead world. Then, the world shattered into silence.