Sounded Synonym Novels & Stories

Aiden scolded his brother. “Meaning?” Jack raised his brow in doubt. “You’re using sound transmission in front of Davies? You know those things are like the loud music of a vibrant night club to that boy’s sharp ears, don’t you?” Aiden chuckled. Sound transmission was a method of communication that involved transmitting once voice using vibrations targeted at one particular person. They were usually inaudible to everyone else but the one for him they were intended, but there were special people like Davies who could listen in on voice transmissions no matter how astute one was. Aiden was positive that Davies heard what they had communicated.

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.

Exactly the same word, exactly the same moment, the precise synchronized delivery of two people who have not coordinated their answer. Mum's face went incandescent. "Fine," she repeated, and the word in her mouth sounded nothing like the word in ours. Hers had a musical quality, the sound of someone hearing evidence that a project is progressing. "Well. That's — that's something, isn't it? Fine." Neither of us said anything.

From the southern horizon, above the rim of the crater the ship had made, came a sound. It wasn't the roar of an engine. It was the scream of a thousand turbines synchronized in perfect harmony.

Shouted by a soldier with a higher status. RAAAWWWWWWRRRR!!! A loud roar suddenly erupted. FWOOOOOOSSHHHHH!!! Which followed by wheezing sounds. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Then a few seconds later, loud bangs rung all over the place.

Finding you is like finding the perefct song when I am bored! --- (Blaine) The sound of the swords clanging against the metals, of body thudding down the ground, of fists smacking against the stomach... he could hear it all. It was the familiar sound in the training grounds.

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.

Swoosh. The sound was sharp, a predatory whistle that sliced through the stagnant air of my bedroom. It was followed by a sickening, heavy thud that vibrated through the floorboards and traveled up into my very bones. I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't. I just crouched there, my breath coming in rough, broken hitches as a scream tore through my throat. The sound came put as a thin, pathetic wail of someone who had finally reached the edge of their sanity.

These noises disrupted the sound waves Melody used to track her movements. "Party trick," Melody said mockingly. She waved her hand and the sound coming off the metal wires stopped. Lisa's eyes went wide seeing this phenomenon. Her wires couldn't make any sound, no matter what she did. The song she was playing on her harp changed again to a slow song calming song. Similar to a Lullaby, the sound waves produced were long and slow. But the sound particles in the atmosphere sped up significantly. The sound particles compressed and surrounded Lisa, then exploded. The fast-moving wires broke apart the shock waves created by the explosions with ease.

The eerie sounds of groans, growls, and screams echoed through the air, accompanied by the rustling of trees under the weight of ari unexpected reunion. “It’s been a while, brother”