Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

Our melody sounds like a river, rushing in September, together with the howl of the evergreen. "Can you hear it?" he asked. "Yeah, it is lovely." "That is what our melody sounds like. Serene." I opened my eyes and looked at him. You can see how beautiful his eyes are when the sunlight illuminates them. "The Dot, we could stop it," I said "But how? you can't control the Dot. There is no way to stop it." "If we stick together, and find out why the Dot is here trying to ruin everything, we can stop it. If a deadly bomb can be defused, we could also do it to the Dot."

He was already regretting marking her. He huffed and fixed his gaze ahead on the path. They had been moving since morning and soon it was going to be dark. They all halted when a sweet humming sound floated in the air. "What is this?" Sienna wondered out, listening to the soft, cheerful noise. "So soothing," Dustin contributed. "Fuck," Azriel cursed and snapped his head towards the direction from where the sound was coming. "Hide mate," Vulcan prompted in agitation, sensing danger.

Liora’s P.O.V. “The fight is tomorrow,” Gavin said, his voice rising despite himself. “I have less than twenty-four hours to prepare...” My heart slammed against my ribs. Before he could say another word, I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” I pointed toward my ears, my eyes wide with warning. “They can hear.” As everyone had supernatural hearing in this house, speaking loudly was risky. Anyone could hear the news I was trying so hard to hide.

I deserved better than to be spoken to like a subject. “No,” I murmured. “How do I make it stop?” Guardian Shelliot rested a teacup with a dark brown heated liquid. “You can turn it off or put it on silent.” I handed her the small creation. “Please.” Guardian Shelliot chuckled. “I’ll just turn it off. If it’s on silent the vibration will still be an annoyance. Off is complete silence.” She returned the dead creation beside my plate. Silence was far better. I bit into my sandwich. Prince Mitchalus might be my superior later on, but we were now equaled. I deserved his respect.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Suddenly. Growl! The uninvited sound, mimicking the sound of the earth cracking, shooed silence away. It was so loud and the couple could hear it. Hue bit his lips. The unfavourable sound was so disturbing and he was brought to stand under embarrassment. Growl! The sound came again. But, it wasn't for long as silence came back. However, it wasn't the same peaceful silence that one would expect, for tension only broiled in the air.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Mirroring just as much thirst as the one persistently drying up his throat. “It feels illegal to do this at your house.” Dylan whispered over his lips. “So we can't be too loud.” He sat up, ^^Want me to put up a soundproof?^^ Dylan raised a brow at his suggestion and he went on to flaunt his powers again, he let a bubble form over his head like a transparent bubble. **Watch this.** He opened his mouth to let out a loud scream and his eyes blanked out as he realized his action. **Oh, wait– I can't speak.**

I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made. Outside, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Director Harris's hearty voice all carried clearly through the door. Each sound was like a slap across my face. I slid to the floor. My body began to convulse. My nails clawed at the wooden door, leaving bloody streaks behind. In the last blurry moment before my consciousness faded, I thought I heard my little sister, Lily, ask, "Mommy, where did Annie go?" Mom's gentle voice came through the door. "Your sister doesn't feel well. She's resting. Lily, how about some cake?"

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”