Sound Fruit Novels & Stories

The sword sounds had three distinct tones—crisp, heavy, and muffled, each making people feel like different blades were striking their heads. Some sword sounds even resembled thunder, rumbling and striking everyone's hearts. Ordinary sword sounds were impressive enough if they had metallic resonance. If they could carry for miles, their power would be extraordinary. One could not imagine these thunder-like sword sounds' true power. Feelings of crisis and mortal danger filled everyone's hearts for a moment. Occasionally, sounds of sword aura cutting through flesh emerged. These sounds made Rania's heart clench. She could almost envision her beloved Clive being sliced into strips. Finally unab

I looked Ryker’s way, thinking it might be some animal native to Lunar Isle, but he seemed just as confused as I was. “What on fucking earth is that?” I tilted my head. The sound was familiar. “Does that sound like a crying baby to you?” “Crying? More like screaming for its life.” Something odd happened then. The sound rippled and branched off like the different avenues of a stream. The cries began to overlap with slight, almost miniscule, differences. “Whatever it is, it’s not a single one of them. It’s a bunch. Can you hear it? They’re all screaming.”

But it was the sound that stopped us. In the city, the Resonance was a scream—a high-pitched, frantic demand for order. Here, the Resonance was a groan. It was a low, subsonic thrum that vibrated in the soles of our boots and the marrow of our bones. It was the sound of the earth breathing.

The moment she tried to close her eyes, she hard the loudest sound coming from the music machine. The sound was nothing soothing , rather it was something one would hear in a nightmare. The volume was at the maximum and the amplifiers did their jobs very well of course. No matter how much pain she felt, the loudness of the eerie song kept her awake. Whenever she looked up, she saw pictures of dogs bearing their teeth.

I think a new environment free from the negativity I get in this region is better. There is a high pitch-clattering sound that comes from the woods. I match a break and veer around but there's nothing. “Hey, friend” a cold voice tickles my ears…

My shoulders sagged, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for whatever was coming. Then—sound. A sharp sound sliced through the silence. My eyes fluttered open, confusion replacing my fear—only for my breath to catch at the sight before me. Fruits. One after another, they were being severed from the branches at an unbelievable speed, dropping cleanly to the ground. The motion was too fast for my eyes to follow—a blur of precision and power. By the time I realized what was happening, a small pile had already formed, neat and untouched, as if each fruit had been carefully placed rather than cut down in mere seconds.

It was as if the forest itself was alive, responding to the men's efforts. The three men who were not busy with the tree had settled themselves a reasonable distance away and had pulled out a basket filled with strange-looking fruits. The fruits were large and had a rough exterior that seemed to be covered in tiny prickles. One of the men picked up a fruit and squeezed it, producing a loud squelching sound. He then tore open the fruit with his teeth, revealing a pulpy interior that was filled with a reddish-purple juice. The men all picked up a fruit and began to suck noisily on it, making loud slurping sounds as they drank the juice. The sound of their conversation mixed with the slurping a

“Soren, make me forget everything.” He did do that. Grunting, sweat dripping, one hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other rubbed my clit. I came screaming his name, my walls pulsing around him, squirting messily over his thighs. He followed with a roar, filling me hot and deep, his hips jerking.

Suddenly, a clear cracking sound rang out, as if something had shattered. "It's broken!" The sound was not loud, but it sounded in everyone's eardrums and made their hearts tremble. Clack! Clack! Clack! The sound rang out again, and it became louder and denser. The huge axe in Sikou Yong's hand was cracking, as well as its blade. A tiny crack was expanding like a spider web.