Unheard Cries Novels & Stories

But then, all of a sudden, I heard it. Screeches. They're subtle, but they're unmistakable. It's a high-pitched shriek, most likely from a really high schooler, potentially even a toddler. My heart crashed into my throat, racing at the notion of some innocent youngster being surrounded and ripped apart. "It's not conceivable," he murmured as if he could hear what I was thinking. "It's impossible for a youngster to live in this world." There was another loud noise, distinct from the very first but not any older.

I didn’t realize that I will fall asleep. 10:30 AM I opened my eyes when I heard a noise. My classmates are screaming while laughing. Since I don’t have any clue about what’s happening, I observed my surrounding. “Go Yla! Go Yla!” Yla is standing in front while holding a mic. I think she will be singing... An unfamiliar tune played and she started singing. I don’t usually play unfamiliar songs from artists I didn’t know so I don’t have any idea what she’s singing.

Each sob carrying the sound of her voice, gasps and whimpers, her voice cracking with each exhale, turning her weeping into a pained, audible expression. For the first time, her tears weren’t silent. We could hear her – a sob, a whimper, a raw, broken sound escaping with each cry. Sir Calix and I both heard it.

The celebration was turned into mourning. Kris's heart could burst anytime soon. She knelt on the floor and whispered. "Please, wake me up'. Kris was catching her breath. She never thought that she would feel the same heart aching all over again. Due to screaming, her voice sounds like a whisper that time. Left with no strength, she begged the light to wake her up once again.

I press my face against it, trying to see into the hallway. The crying is louder now. And I can hear female voices, all terrified. "Please, someone help us—" "I want to go home. I'm not packless—" "Shush, they're going to kill us if you keep making noise—" My chest tightens. There are other captives. I grip the bars of the window and call out softly, "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" The crying stops. Then, after a moment, a shaky voice responds. "Who—who's there?"

“He’s not worth it! Let me handle this!” Still nothing. I pressed my ear to the door, straining to hear anything. Then it came—a sound that made my blood run cold. A cry, raw and guttural, like nothing I’d ever heard. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. I stepped back, my heart pounding. Was that Nick? Xander? I couldn’t tell. The sound was twisted, unrecognizable. It clawed at me, digging into my chest.

“SING WITH THE MOTHER! HOWL UNTIL THE SKY BLINKS!” One by one, the Unlearned began to howl. It wasn't a call to a moon that had betrayed them. It was a rhythmic, low-frequency 'Scream' of collective willpower. Thousands of lungs, scarred by silver-salt and ash, exhaled a single, unified frequency. I felt it hit my marrow. The 'Human Antenna.'

I’d hoped for a quiet life, but instead, I’d been thrust into a role I never wanted. Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under, and I fell into a restless sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, I jolted awake. A faint sound echoed in my ears—soft cries, distant but unmistakable. The twins. My chest tightened as their cries grew louder, though I couldn’t explain how I was hearing them. They weren’t anywhere near my room, yet the sound seemed to vibrate through my very bones. I slipped out of bed, drawn toward the noise like a moth to a flame. My feet carried me down the dimly lit hallway, the cries growing louder with each step.

The very act tore my heart in two, but it seemed like my only way out of this harrowing nightmare. "Please forgive me, Clyde. Please forgive me," I pleaded, my voice cracking with the anguish of my impossible decision. I glanced at Clyde, desperation etched on his face, his tear-streaked eyes pleading for mercy. “No, just listen to me onc-“ Before Clyde could finish his plea, an ear-splitting explosion rent the air, shattering the peace of the graveyard. The force of the blast rattled the ground beneath my feet, and a sense of utter horror gripped my soul. The deafening noise echoed through the tombstones, tearing apart the stillness of the night.

Naunet wake up ,you have to wake up , I heard a faint voice in my head ,but I couldn't see anything ,there was no one around ,I was totally surrounded by darkness . "Hello can you hear me ,I am right here , please help me ,I yelled out hoping someone would hear me but I only got the echo of my voice . I decided to find my way out ,search around if I would find a door or something. I walked for a long time but it felt like I wasn't moving ,I was getting frustrated. Memories of what happened flushed through my mind and I broke down crying ,my Asim was dead and I couldn't get a chance to hold my baby. Now I was in a strange place , maybe I was already dead, that's why no one could hear me .