Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

Why weren't Rhys and Evan falling like the others? Rhys frantically motioned to his ear. Sound. The shooters had their ears plugged in by a noise cancellation tech with the tenacity of a corkscrew. It shut every white noise out- including the Sonic sound their enemies had weaponized. Noah would've appreciated the tactic had his mind not been struck by a sledgehammer. That's when he noticed the enemy troops had covered their ears as well. They had taken necessary precautions.

I spoke it now and heard immediately it was slightly wrong, the pitch on the simultaneous-tense construction sliding flat under the Hall's acoustics. Cass held up four fingers but her index finger was bent. Wrong. Redo. "Stop," Kael said to the thing. Low and absolute. "She has seven seconds before—" "Stop talking." The pressure in the air spiked. Fen moved from the right wall, his tattoos fully alive, a wall of shadow building between the thing and me, not blocking its physical position but absorbing the acoustic attack, swallowing the sound before it could reach me. I spoke line four again. Cass: four fingers, straight.

There was no joke. No teasing. No flirtatious smile. Just honesty. Nate's chest tightened. "You need to stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Making everything sound..." He stopped. "Sound what?" Nate shook his head. "Never mind." Max smiled. "Goodnight, Nate." "Goodnight." Nate walked upstairs. He made it halfway down the hallway before stopping. He turned. Max was still watching him. Their eyes met. Neither moved. Then Nate went into his room.

Lucian purred softly, his velvet voice ringing clearly across the silent room. The lead mercenary whipped his weapon around, but before he could squeeze the trigger, Alexander activated the secondary circuit from his tablet. A high-decibel acoustic deterrent, installed directly into the foyer ceiling, erupted into a localized sonic pulse. The three men dropped to their knees, clutching their ears as the invisible wave shattered their balance.

Well, maybe she really was busy, or she was just being mean. Sasha and Ann, my maids, helped me with my bath, which was very relaxing. I asked them about the intense noise I was hearing, and they actually helped. “ You just have to shut the excess out.” They said, and they helped me practice the process with the water I used to bathe. I learned to shut out the excess sounds the water makes, and it was quite fun, and shutting out sounds was actually very easy.

He raises his voice and slowly turns his head to face me, his eyes turning dark. "Sorry. You don't need to be ma..." A tiny shrill whistle suddenly erupts in the room. The sound slowly gets louder. The door opens and the teacher walks into the room. He begins the lesson but I can’t seem to focus, the sound feels like it’s piercing through my skull. I look around and everyone seems unfazed by the sound as it gets louder. Am I the only one hearing this? I look to West but he has a distant look on his face, his eyes still dark. Is he doing this?

Due to its quietness, the blaring music traveled further to every nook and cranny of the entire parking lot. Khairul, feeling dread and feared for his life, clumsily tried to put a stop to the alarm. Oh, shut up, please! He felt stupid as he is begging for his phone to behave itself. Is he crazy? No! However, talking to himself or to his phone is not a good sign. He stopped the booming alarm sound, and a taut silence once again dropped. Khairul's shoulders sagged down in relief. This kind of stimulation situation is terrible for his heart.

followed by incoherent moaning and a liquid sound like water trickling. Seconds later she was back. “Now isn’t that better than a goodnight kiss?”

Audio comparisons. My song. Then hers. My breathing started to change. Shorter. Sharper. One of the clips got my attention, so I pressed play right away. Out of nowhere, noise took over every corner inside. A sudden hush broke when echoes began crawling along the walls. I froze. Something more than alike showed up here. Close enough, really, for someone who happened to be looking. That near. Anyone. The phone felt harder in my hand as I held it tighter. I clicked pause.

My heart slams against m‍y ribs so hard I can hear it⁠. “⁠…don’t… trust…” Then silence‍. The room tilts. I g‌rab th‌e edge of the⁠ des⁠k to ste⁠ady myse‌lf. T‍he signal loops again, repe⁠ati‌n‌g the sa‍me tw⁠o words. Don’‍t trust. And then, barely audible under the distortion, another sou‍nd—soft, mechanic⁠al, like laughter ru⁠n throug‍h static.