What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

a row of clamped‑shut tomes creaking apart—the sound it made wasn’t human. It was paper tearing. It was keyboards breaking. It was the heavy, final thump of a book slammed shut on a last page that doesn’t exist. The voice that came out of that sound was layered, grinding, familiar, and not. “AUTHORS,” it bellowed. The word shook the paper under my feet. “MUST BE CONTROLLED.” It's gaze—if you could call those ink‑pits eyes—locked on me. Bookmarks snapped like whips along its arms.

Ronin took that book and kept it in its place and they both were going to their previous place. As they walked some steps that book again fell from that section. Ronin and Sia got goosebumps when they heard the noise of the book falling. They both ran to the book and saw here and there that there was a small animal who was playing in the library but they found nothing and the book was again very far from that section. It was just a second that a book went very far from that section which was not possible and was weird for them.

Another thing is that normal school textbooks can only be opened manually but this book opens by itself immediately after you're done reading a page, and the page you've just read will go blank if it was read by another person except for the owner of the book. "Oh?" the man could be seen surprised. "That lad is here, Ha-ha… This kid would be surprised today, Hehe. I can't wait to see the expression on his face," the man laughed strangely, humming some strange songs. It could cause a disaster for the music industry if what he was humming is a song. 'Thud, thud, thud' Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the room. One was steady and light while the other was unsteady and roug

Not now, not after everything. Lina flipped through a final set of pages in the old book, and I watched her lips move as she read the words silently. The quiet of the room seemed deafening. The sound of my breathing, the boys’ occasional shifts of weight, and the soft rustling of Lina’s pages were the only things that broke the silence.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

~15 years ago~ A little guy at the age of 5 was busy reading a book under an old tree but still stood tall and look Almighty. His low grade cheap glasses make a silent noise whenever he turned his head to look at the next page. He reads very quietly that if one make a slightest noise around him, that noise will be transferred through his ears, like the light footstep at the back of the tree he was currently reading his psychological book in and that was heading its ways to him.

Smelling like dust and parchment. The room was silent. Not even the sound of wandering mice at this late hour. I flicked on a desk lamp, eyeing the obscure titles. Goodness, they had to be hundreds of years old. I lightly touched the spines, careful not to damage the books as I pulled out a thick one that called out to me. Woosh. I turned quickly, my breath picking up as I tried to follow the noise. No one stood in the doorway. The hallway was empty and dark.

The room was quiet except for the sound of my voice, while my gaze occasionally drifted toward Levi, and each time, I forced myself to look back down at the book. A faint noise sounded somewhere outside the room. At first, I barely paid attention to it. The palace was never completely silent. There were always distant footsteps, voices carrying through the halls, and doors opening and closing somewhere nearby. I kept reading until I heard the sound again. This time, something about it felt wrong. It was followed by a sharp thud and then a scraping noise that made my stomach tighten. I lowered the book slightly. “What was that?” Rowan asked, looking up at me.

She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration. Walking along the shelves, my fingers run along the books when I see a book that seems to be calling to me. Moving towards it, I pick it up and turn the pages, just scanning the contents when the pages move on their own, stopping on a page. Reading the contents of the page, my beast snarls in my head. “Don’t you fucking dare do this Fen!” I shake my head with a sigh. Closing the book, it opens again to the page I was looking at.

I thought maybe I might find something related to Orphe. I stare at the page for a few seconds longer before closing the book. The sound echoes slightly in the quiet room. I sit there for a moment. Then I stand. Slide the book back into place. My fingers linger on the spine for a second. Then I let go. I look around one last time. Still nothing. Just shelves. Just silence. I turn and walk toward the door. The moment I step out, the noise returns. Soft voices. Footsteps. Movement. It feels… normal again.