Sounded Synonym Novels & Stories

Taller than a double decker bus and shaking the earth with every step, it slapped down its enormous hands and leaned forward to make a terrifying roar. The ear-shattering sound washed over us in waves. I could feel my whole body shaking, but I wasn’t afraid. I should have been, but something else had caught my attention. Something about the roar felt familiar, like I’d heard it before somewhere. I don’t mean when we encountered the other ogres, I mean recently. If you ignored the inhuman volume and the primal rage it transmitted, and tried to recreate the sound in words, I think the closest you’d get would be something not too unsimilar to “W* hooo!”

His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds. A sonic assault! There were legends of weapons that used sound to kill, like the Lion's Roar, the Magical's Strain, the Iron Magic's Cry, and the Soul-Capturing Flute. All were powered by the wielder's vital energy, and the abacus was no different.

Suspended in the air and looking straight ahead to dive towards the speeding car, I heard a sound, loud as an incoming truck with full speed ahead and too close to even try to react. “TOOT!”

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

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.

I cranked the volume up, thinking that if it was a software issue, maybe the sudden blast of sound would reset the audio driver. The laughter surged with the volume. It didn't just get louder; it became clearer, more vibrant, more amused. I panic-pressed the "Volume Down" button. The laugh receded, dropping into a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated against the floorboards. It was tracking the volume control perfectly. Whatever was making this sound was plugged into my system, mimicking my input, feeding off the signal. "Alright, that’s enough," I muttered, my voice sounding thin in the darkened room.

Maddox I heard a sound. It was subtle, yet sharp. A rustle against paper, or maybe the faint thump of a foot misstepping on the wooden floor. Then came a vibration, low and mechanical, like a phone buzzing against wood. It echoed loudly in my ears, far too loud for a normal human to catch.

The forest beckoned a dark sanctuary where I felt most alive. As I moved deeper into the woods, my senses heightened. The world around me thrummed with sound. I could hear the rustle of leaves, the soft scurrying of small creatures, and the rhythmic beating of hearts. Each sound resonated within me, sharp and clear, allowing me to navigate this labyrinth of trees with impeccable precision. This new world of sound was intoxicating, each heartbeat echoing a story, a life, a presence.

I said. "Yes." His voice was different. Still steady but something underneath it had shifted, something I recognized as the sound of a person recalibrating, the same sound I'd heard from Brecken after the night I first told him about the visions, the same sound everyone made when they came up against something real that they had only ever known as theory. "She spoke," I said. "You heard it?" "I felt it," Soren said. He let go of my hand slowly, like he was making sure I was stable before he did. "The meaning of it. Not the words."

He was so close, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Then, I heard the thudding, a soft sound drawing me in like music. I was so hungry. I searched for the sound, unable to focus as the sound seemed to echo and multiply around me. Soon, I realized that the sounds were coming from these people. From their hearts… From their blood…