Spider Man 2099 Sound Effect Novels & Stories

My body froze as I heard a clicking sound, like spoons scraping together. No. No… Don’t tell me the spiders found us!

Sorry I was late I had some business to take care of. - No problem, we're not doing anything in particular. Suddenly there was silence and I don’t know how but I heard a slight ticking. But then Peter started to talk. - Be quiet for a little bit Pete…do you guys hear this? - What are we supposed to hear? - Sst… And all of a sudden Bob yelled from the top of his lungs. - Bomb!

His hand went to my throat, searching for the carotid. Now. I didn't shift. I didn't grow claws. I didn't have the strength for a physical fight. But the miracle in my stomach—the second life growing at a rate that defied every medical textbook I’d ever written—had done something to my throat. It wasn't a growl. It was a frequency. I opened my mouth. I didn't scream. I just let out a single, sharp note. SCREEEEE— The sound didn't travel through the air. It traveled through their bones.

The sound bounced off the salt crystals, amplifying until the entire chamber was a vibrating, shimmering cage of resonance. ​Silas didn’t flinch. He raised his mechanical arm, and the spider-drones erupted into motion. They didn’t attack us directly; they surged toward the walls of the canyon, their mandibles vibrating at a frequency that countered the Singers’ music. It was a battle of acoustics, a fight to see which side could control the vibration of the space. ​“Cassian, now!” I screamed.

They lured us into a wide chamber, and the second our feet crossed the threshold— BOOOOM— A ripple of sonic energy detonated through the space like a shockwave. My skull exploded in pain. My knees buckled. Cameron collapsed, clutching his ears. Caleb screamed, blood streaming from his ears. I pressed a hand against my head, my senses splitting apart like glass. “It was a trap,” I gasped. "So, much for being ready." This wasn’t just loud. It was engineered. Tuned to werewolf biology. A frequency that disrupted the supernatural wiring of our nervous system.

thud* of a pair of heavy, leather-soled shoes walking toward the cellar hatch. And then, from the small plastic diagnostic clip behind the electrical panel, the landline bell began to ring again—not with the slow, muffled rasp of the deep-sea cable from Edinburgh, but with a high, clear, terrifyingly loud chime that matched the step of the boots on the floorboards above their heads, note for note, until the whole room began to vibrate with the sound.

I cut the call and rub the back of my neck. “Shut up. What’s that sound?” Ghost whispers. “What sound?” I listen more carefully. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Swagga backing up and his fur bristles. His low growl floats through the air, making everyone look more uncomfortable. The sound of ice cubes clinks in the distance. It turns into ice crackling, then escalates to the higher pitch of glass breaking into spiderwebs. “EVERYONE GET BACK!”

Allen yelled back annoyed as he wriggled against the threads. “Oh, come now partner. I came to rescue you, didn’t I?” she replied. Smirking at his predicament briefly, Chiri then threw the knife in her hand. Slicing the threads on Allen’s arm. He wasted no time to fire another shot at the monster. This time hitting her directly, the spider-woman screeched as the symbols of a hex began to appear across her body. Carving themselves into her skin and extremities, the creature curled into herself.

The spider convulses, screeches one final time—then collapses, twitching violently as its body shudders and stills. Silence. I exhale shakily and lower my daggers, but before I can even take a full breath, I hear Phineas curse. “That was fxxxing awesome! Let’s do it again!” I fall to the ground laughing, Phineas too and soon everyone is laughing. “That was awesome!” -

Louis hit play. A burst of digital static filled the quiet cabin, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thumping of rain against metal. Then, a sound cut through the storm. It wasn't a voice. It was a series of high-pitched, metallic chimes—three rapid, ascending electronic notes, followed by a long, low-frequency tone that made the fillings in my teeth ache. The moment the sound echoed through the speakers, my vision blurred. A blinding, white-hot spike of pain hit me right behind my eyes, so violent my hand twitched, knocking my whiskey glass over. The amber liquid pooled across the mahogany table, dripping onto the carpet.