Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

It was a deep, guttural thrum that vibrated in the soles of my feet. Resonance frequency: 442 Hertz. The "Pup-Howl." The Enforcer stopped. He shook his head. "What is that?" "It’s science, you prick." I shoved the small, silicon plugs into my ears. Then I ran to Richard. I didn't just design these to block sound. I designed them to mimic the unique acoustic signature of Henry’s howl. A Healer-Alpha’s resonance doesn't dominate; it stabilizes. It knits the broken frequencies back together.

"But they can hear your heart beat. If you are loud... they get hungry." Thump. A sound from the back of the sub. A footstep. A heavy boot hitting metal grating. Thump. Thump. Ben dropped the wrench. It hit the floor with a clang that sounded like a church bell in the silence. "Oops," Ben whispered. In the corridor, fifty pairs of white, eyeless eyes turned toward the control room simultaneously

Then— He heard it. A faint sound. Not the water, not the pipes, a whisper. So soft it almost blended with the hiss of the shower. His eyes snapped open. The sound had not been distinct enough to make out words. Just a murmur. He stilled, listening carefully. The water continued to cascade around him. Nothing else. He exhaled slowly. “Stop it,” he muttered. His nerves were still raw. He reached for the soap, lathering it between his palms, trying to focus on something tangible.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

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.

It was a moment frozen in time, where reality and imagination intertwined in a captivating dance of secrets and pleasure. Kikikiki... The sound of infant laughter quickened the direction of his suddenly heavy head. Kikikiki... Kikikiki... “Stop it, stop it.” Kikikiki... “Stop it. Stop it please.” A low tone in his voice whispered to his banging and fattening head. Kikikiki... “Arrrrrgh!!!” The roar from Doctor Haishi stopped the laughter that terrorized him. His head still snuggled in the embrace of his palms.

He paused, leaning forward slightly, his dark eyes locked onto mine. "Perhaps you need a proper demonstration. A small example to show you just how powerless your boyfriends truly are, and how utterly futile your little hopes have become." Harding lifted his right hand. He brought his thumb and middle finger together, his movements slow and dramatic. With a sharp, sudden snap of his fingers, a crisp, loud sound echoed through the tiny metal cabin. Instantly, the world completely vanished. The suffocating smell of dust and old metal was gone in a single heartbeat. The heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the ship's engine cut off entirely, replaced by a profound, disorienting silence.

The rhythmic bass pulsed through the walls, a constant reminder of the raucous party taking place beyond our sanctuary. “Let’s head out?” Chaos mouthed to me and enunciated the words clearly. With my ears throbbing in pain, I could only nod in response to Chaos’ words. The incessant noise was unbearable, and I desperately needed relief. Without hesitation, I removed my hearing aid, hoping to alleviate the discomfort. Chaos, ever observant, seemed to understand my silent plea. His hand, warm and comforting, reached out and gently guided me away from the noise, seeking a quieter refuge.

[ MISUNDERSTOOD WORDS LINGER TOGETHER IN A GAME OF LOVE! ] ••• Hushed — completely quiet. The art room was ambushed by a heartbreaking, rude blue code of silence, however, this seemed to be fine with Travis. The whole spacious compartment was well-kept and neat; it did not look like it was a room no longer in use and of course, that was all thanks to Travis and David. "No one has landed a hand on you, I see!" Travis quietly growled as soon as his eyes caught his mother's portrait still in the same place he had left it.

Henzie shouted loudly, trying to tell the householder that she was here. Silence, that's what he heard. No voice answered him. Only the sound of heavy rain and thunder came from outside. "Excuse me!" Crack! A voice suddenly sounded in Henzie's ears. What sound is that?! He was shocked. Bravely, Henzie approached where the voice came from. Tap, Tap, Tap Voices were heard from in front of Henzie again, but the difference this time was like the sound of someone's footsteps. And the sound of those steps, for some reason seemed to be coming closer to him.