Those Who Have Ears Let Them Hear Novels & Stories

He was useless. “Son, don’t feel disheartened.” Matthew felt sorry when he saw Oden defeated expression. “Keep your ear to the ground.” Matthew’s eyes turned to ceiling, filled with melancholy “A wise friend once told me, the walls they not only have ears, but they also speak….” He pursed his lips lost in thought “To those who listen”. “He also said” Harry’s lips curled up “The most powerful is the man who listens…’coz knowledge is power.”

We were executioners waiting for our blade. And when the hour struck, when the gods stopped watching and started listening, they would hear only one name in the screams.

Then they started to chant. The sound was strange. Not loud. Not soft either. I strained to catch a word, any word, but there was nothing to hold on to. I tried to focus on the words. I couldn’t catch a single one. I turned to Eira. She noticed the confusion on my face and leaned closer. “It’s normal,” she whispered. “If you could hear it clearly, that would be a problem. This part isn’t meant for us.” “Who is it meant for?”

Just as my warriors can’t hear them due to the silver, so the people inside can’t hear us. “Stand back,” I instruct my warriors. “They are not alone. Get in and fight. Kill everyone who gets in your way.”

“Shhh, I think it’s Jim, act like you’re asleep.” The door to our room opened and Jim stuck his head in. “Are you guys still awake?” I heard Heather reply, “I am…but I think Amy’s asleep, what’s up?” “Can I come in?” “Yeah, but come over to where we can hear each other and keep your voice down so we don’t wake Amy.”

"There are somethings you need not face if you tread carefully. ~Don't listen to those who want you to hear, listen to those who speak with blood through their hearts and a soul as pure as all the innocence in the world. For if you venture from their path, your death will be your only future.~" with that the voice faded and I was once again able to open my eyes. The voice sounded familiar, like something I've heard long ago.

Their words just appeared in the minds of all the beings that were there without using language, without using thought, without anything that normally keeps one being from understanding another. We hear you, they said. These three words were really old, they had been around for a long time and they carried the weight of all the time that the Quiet Ones had spent watching existence, seeing all the suffering and hearing all the pain. We hear your choice, they said. We hear your hope. We hear your decision to believe that something good can come out of something

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The pressure given off the emperor distorted their minds. [I will gladly listen to your fate. Please, die in my hand and put a stop to this feud. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.] And at that moment, they heard the unfamiliar noise ringing inside their ears, drumming their eardrums every so often. NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENGGGGG~ The sound produced the most disturbance inside them. “Ah!” Caramel crouched down while pressing both of her palms on her ears. “...Too loud…”

They both then kept quiet to listen carefully to what the Pack Herald was saying but still couldn't hear clearly because he was still very far away. “I guess we have to wait until he is close enough to be able to hear him clearly,” She said and turning to look at Veronica, she asked, “or can you hear him?” “I'm not sure about this but it sounds like a warning.” Veronica said as her heightened sense of hearing picked up a few words from the Pack's Herald and she began to listen but couldn't hear a lot. “Warning? Do you think so?” Megan asked her, as she strained her ears once again but heard nothing.