Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice Fanfiction

I said. “I never was,” she answered. And I believed her. ⸻ ENDING SCENE XENIA’S POV They think silence is defeat. It is not. Silence is a space I can fill with my own voice when I am ready. And I am almost ready.

The First Dream broke free from her chains. And from somewhere beyond the collapsing chamber came Lucian's voice. Not frightened. Not angry. Laughing. "You still don't understand, Mother." Evelyn looked around desperately. "Lucian!" His voice came from everywhere. "The Silence isn't the thing we were trying to contain." Evelyn froze. "Then what is it?" The laughter stopped. A heartbeat echoed. Once. Twice. Then three times. Lucian whispered: "It is the thing that was born when Father died."

"You went quiet. Are you having doubts? I get it. You love Mr. Preston so much—" Shiloh cut him off. "I don't regret it. I never will. I stopped loving him a long time ago." The words had barely left her mouth when the door swung open. Manuel stood there, his cold stare dark and furious. "Stopped loving me?" he said. "Shiloh, say that again."

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

*FlashBack************************* As I was about making my way back inside the room, I head a loud voice in my head and I was very sure of what I head. "I am back and this time around, I will take everything that belongs to the Night Walker pack and leave them with memories of how they got destroyed!" A very husky and horrific voice said to me from the dark and I was sure that didn't sound like the voice of any normal person. 'This must be the voice of the Silent beast!' I thought to myself, as my feet and hands were shaking and I was consumed in fright at that point in time... I tried to move my both feet and I was unable to move, as I was also try to scream and each time I tried opening

I lifted my head, certain it weighed a hundred tons and took a staggering step forward, pulling in my magic as everything slid sideways into darkness. *** "-supposed to take her with us." A male voice punctured the black, echoing in my head as I blinked a few times. Sydlynn, my vampire whispered. Be silent. Silent? Okie dokie. I could do silent. If only the pounding in my head knew what silent meant. Tiny jackhammers of pain worked their way across my skull and settled behind my eyes. Not a sound, she sent, soothing my pain with spirit power. Listen.

The world fell silent, like sound itself had died. “Emilia,” I whispered, my voice barely existing. “Emilia?” No response. My vision blurred. “Emilia, don’t…” My throat closed up. “Don’t fucking play with me.” Still nothing. No breath. No heartbeat. Just stillness. Just silence. “Emilia…” I whispered again, but my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. It sounded hollow. Broken. Dead. Behind me, Soraya exhaled softly. “Finally,” she murmured. “My job is done.”

I replied, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. I intensely disliked being the cause of it but couldn't figure out how to stop it somehow. He said his golden eyes were soft as silk. He didn't mean to bother you much anyway. I replied my voice came out quieter than intended somehow.“The forest feels different now,” I said after a while, breaking the stillness. “It’s alive again, but it feels... He walked over and sat beside me, his warmth a deep comfort against morning chill.“It’s healing. We remained silent initially for a little while. He apparently grasped my necessity for silence. I said after a long while, darkness feels different now, breaking stillness suddenly.“Do you eve

She whispered, “It’s so quiet.” The silence seemed to draw closer, as if it were listening. Vincent growled in frustration. “I don’t like this.” His chest rose and fell rapidly against hers. “It’s too quiet,” he whispered. From somewhere ahead, a voice whispered back—her own voice again. “Shh. Don’t break it. This silence is safe. Don’t you trust it?” Camela froze, her heart racing in her chest. “Vincent…she’s here,” she said.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"