Those Who Have Ears Let Them Hear Novels & Stories

Jace ordered the warriors. A loud screeching sound pierced through the wind, and we all had to block our ears. The wind blew against us, almost removing the clothes we had all put on. “Move back everyone! Whatever it is that is coming, is close by.” I voiced out in a warning tone. We all moved closer to each other, forming a close tight circle, and we kept looking around. Another loud screeching sound pierced through the wind, and everyone went down to their knees, covering their ears in pain, except me. I noticed blood coming out from their ears and I knew if this continued for long, they could actually go deaf.

I feel something pop into my ears. “For fuck’s sake, Elio, get it together!” Jaden roars as holds Stacey’s ears, covering her hands with his own to block out the noise. I growl at Kara, which only makes Elio more pissed off. She turns back to face her mate, gripping his black sparkly jacket, and pulls him closer to her. The second their lips touch, the sound stops. My fingers press against my ears, the faint screeching still echoing in my head, but I can see as everyone hesitantly removes their hands from their ears.

It’s going to be tough keeping your mind silent when you should be working. “You can do it, Elora,” Lloyd responded, just as Lena tapped the forehead of the two men with her thumb. “I’m trying to, but it’s extremely difficult,” I replied to Lloyd aloud. Lena snapped her fingers, and a brief light flashed in her hand, and her voice filled my head. “This had better work; this had to work.” “We can hear you,” I said aloud, a small smile tugging my face. “It worked.” She looked from one face to the other, her voice echoing in my head—in our heads, assuming the others can hear too. Everyone nodded.

And to worsen the situation, Carrie began to snore, reminding him of the way his grandfather always did when he was still alive. "What is that noise?" Miss Hampton had asked, jolting him out of his thoughts. "Carrie Thompson, wake up this instant!" She ordered furiously. Carrie flung open her eyes at the sound of her voice and raised her head up immediately. Her glasses that was almost falling off her eyes finally fell to the floor and cracked. A thin trail of saliva hung by the side of her mouth. She rubbed her eyes with her handkerchief and looked up, only to find a furry-faced Miss Maryanne and whole class staring at her. She became shy at the realisation of what had happened and could no

Chapter 78: Home The scream of the worlds lasted only a few seconds, but to Elara, it felt endless. Five worlds cried out at once. She could hear voices layered over one another—millions of people calling for help, demanding answers, begging someone to tell them what was happening. The sound came through the network like thunder trapped inside her skull, until Elara finally dropped to her knees and pressed both hands against her ears. “Make it stop!” The moment she shouted, everything went silent.

Like the strings of a single instrument finally tuned to the same hand. The crystal flared. Sky closed her eyes and heard a whisper—not from outside, but within: Now you are one. You are ready to see what others are afraid to understand. No one moved. But they felt it. The world was about to change. And they would not step into it separately— but together. ⸻ By the next dawn, they were already waiting.

“Hear better.” Renn tightens her hold on Vora but does not tell her to stop. Good. Hate is keeping half this group upright. Mara gathers us at the heat exchange hatch. “Listen. Trust will offer return paths. It will use names. It will sound like staff. It will sound like children. Do not answer unless you can see the mouth speaking.” One of the older tame ones says, “What if it sounds like family?” Mara looks at her. “Especially then.”

Iciest whispered as well, "Copy that, baby. Ready to breach." Grayson rolled his eyes as he whispered, "Let's show them what we're made of." Zee told them over the earbuds, "Alright, team, remember the plan. Stay coordinated and make every move count." As the various teams moved into position, their earpieces crackled with determination and anticipation. Each member of the group played a crucial role, weaving together a complex tapestry of strategy and precision. With hearts pounding and adrenaline surging, they inched closer to the heart of the operation, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

She said in a hushed tone and ended the call immediately after. “Nanny has given us the signal to move,they are all in the house now”I said to them. “Have one each,with this we can communicate each other you don’t have to touch it before you speak,once you put in your ear we all can automatically here everything you say and also what anyone within the same place you says”he said giving us each a wireless earbud and a tiny microphone to hook somewhere in our clothes.

"Of what?" "That what you listen to becomes what you keep. And what you keep becomes how you live." They stood there. Not simply writers. Not simply listeners. Witnesses. The type of witness who does not tell in order to explain, but to recall together. And Elira whispered, to no listeners but the silent system itself: "We are still listening."