A Silent Voice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Sila.” There was too much in that single word. Warning. Steadiness. The same unbearable tenderness he kept handing me in the middle of disasters as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I know,” I said softly. “You don’t have to do the voice.” His mouth almost curved. “I absolutely have to do the voice. It’s one of my better skills.” Even then, with the hidden chamber breathing brine and horror around us, warmth flickered through the bond. “Your confidence remains disturbing.”

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

he whispered before getting closer and kissing her neck with a soft peck. Sila blushed heavily and looked at him with light scolding eyes. “Enjoy this painting, till I come back,” with that he walked away. A few minutes passed by, Sila was enjoying the said painting until a particular voice she wanted to forget but couldn't, buzz into her ear. “Beautiful isn’t it, My Dear Sila.” Sila's heart stopped for a moment. That singing voice! She turned numb but her feet turned icy cold as her nose filled with the same nauseous scent she smelled that horrible day. “How are you doing, darling?”

The First Silence looks upward sharply. So does the presence beside me. Both react at the exact same moment Fear My stomach drops instantly. Because now they’re both afraid of the same thing Far beyond the newborn galaxies Something enormous moves Not awakening. Not arriving. Hunting And then A voice echoes across existence itself Cold. Ancient. Starving. “You taught it to feel.” Silence crashes violently around us. Then the voice says: “Now it can suffer.” And suddenly Every light in the newborn galaxies goes dark.

But then, in the heartbeat between breaths, a voice shattered the silence, slicing through the air like an unbidden echo. "We don't know how hard you are coming, eh?" The words were a sinister melody, a chilling reminder that they were not alone in the heart of the woods. The voice seemed to materialize out of thin air, a spectral whisper that sent a shiver racing down Levi's spine. His heart quickened, the tendrils of unease wrapping around his thoughts like a vice.