Sounded Synonym Novels & Stories

The sound felt brittle, like dried leaves skittering across a stone floor. He didn't turn around. "I can hear the machines, Kaima. Even from here. Above the sound of the wind, above the sound of the people in the streets... I can hear that low, rhythmic thrumming. It sounds like a heart, but it’s too steady. It’s too perfect. It’s the sound of something that doesn't know how to die."

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.

He and the other men exchanged glances. “You didn't? I'm pretty sure you did though sir. I heard it as loud and clear as music in a nightclub” he responded, “Right boys?” He looked around at the guys. There was a bit of chattering as they all nodded their heads in agreement, muttering all kinds of stuff. “Y'all should shut the hell up!” I barked. “Exactly. This is exactly how you sounded…just with a bit more fear I guess” Max pointed out, “You sounded more like….”

he said. Okay, why was he sounding like that?

The sound effect plays through both our phones—crisp and realistic. I jump, my hips bucking. "Did you feel that?" Lena gasps. "I swear I felt that." "Phantom sensation," I pant. "It’s part of the code." "Again," Echo growls. Smack. "Ah!" Lena moans. "Mia, this is... holy shit." "I know," I whimper, grinding my hand harder. "I know." "Together," Echo commands. "Build it. Higher. Lena, listen to Mia breathe. Sync with her."

I said. "They want to be found," he said, correcting the emphasis. "There is a difference. Being heard is passive. They are choosing to be locatable." I understood the distinction. They were not simply indifferent to the noise they were making. They were using it as a signal, letting the sound arrive ahead of them as its own kind of communication, letting us know direction and proximity and the particular confidence of people who had already decided they held the advantage. A voice. Male, low, carrying through the estate walls with the ease of a sound that had no reason to minimize itself.

The new sound grew clearer the deeper we went. It was steadier than the heavy footsteps of the reinforced Echo we had left damaged behind us, lower and more continuous, like a second containment grid cycling up from somewhere beneath the tunnel floor. The mechanical hum we had been hearing for levels layered itself under this new frequency until the two vibrations traveled through the water and the metal and into my bones. Kael’s hand stayed locked around mine. Through the bond the failsafe answered the rising sound with a cold, precise surge. Black flooded the edges of his amber eyes and held, fighting for more ground than it had taken in the last stretch of tunnel.