Stop Hushing Sound Novels & Stories

Everywhere I turned, there was only a deep blackness that seemed to never end, shrouding everything its grasp. “Coommeee” The quiet hiss of the words sent shivers down my spine. I stopped moving and stood still, listening for footsteps to accompany the mysterious voice. Only empty silence greeted me, my already alert senses on overdrive. I turned my head, still listening for any disturbance. There! I faint shuffling was coming from my right. Fighting the instinct to run the opposite direction, I slowly began to walk towards the sounds, wondering what I may encounter. As I got closer, the sounds suddenly disappeared, and I stopped and listened again.

He lets go of Mark immediately and comes to stand beside me, pulling me behind him, holding onto me like he’s ready to fight whatever the fuck just made that sound. Mark coughs violently, struggling to get his breath back as he gets up, but even he stops when the sound echoes again…louder this time, closer. No one speaks. The air inside the cabin turns ice cold. Shiva’s voice comes again, soft but steady now. “It’s here.”

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Needed silence. As soon as she stepped out backstage, noises around the bustling city drowned out the critiques and came clear in her ears. Propping her head against the wall facing the sun, she could hear cars honking and people talking. About what? She had no idea, but it probably wouldn't be anything worse than what she was experiencing at this moment.

I whimper, covering my ears. "Make what stop?" "The voices...make it stop, please."

I clutched my ears with my paws, crouched low, trembling, heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. And then… a voice. Soft. Gentle. Feminine. But with a power that stilled everything inside me. "Hey, breathe. Focus on your breathing. Don’t panic. Let the sounds pass through you. Listen only to your breath." I listened. My breath was sharp, ragged, but I held onto it like a lifeline. Inhale. Exhale. Once. Inhale. Exhale. Twice. By the time I reached ten, the world had quieted, as if someone had turned the volume down.

You always hear things. Linda: But… the parlor door is open. Shady: You need to stop feeding those illusions. The voices you hear—they're not real. He spoke the last words in a whisper before silence took hold again… a thick, oppressive silence broken only by the hum of the air conditioner and the rhythm of their breathing.

I whispered, telling them to go away while I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see them. “Go away, please” I whispered again and opened my eyes but they were still standing in front of me and still making the irritating sound. That makes my headache more. “Go away” “Go away” “Go away” The light blinks fast like Christmas lights and the sound they make is getting louder and louder. I feel like they are near to my ears because the sound that they are making is echoing in my head, echoing in the whole room. I looked around but they were all quiet and listening to Sir Ross. They didn’t hear the sound. They didn’t see the lights blinking. I shake my head to avoid the sound but I cannot avoid

Thwip. The sound was disgustingly silent. A choked cough of air, and then the thud of a body hitting the polished marble. My breath caught, a small, splintered sound that felt like a cannon shot in the deathly silence of the room. I covered my mouth so hard that my own teeth cut into the skin of my palm. Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't exist, Ruby.

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.