A Silent Voice Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I admit. Her eyes narrow with concern. “More mating mark stuff?” I nod slowly, though that’s only part of it. “Something weird happened last night. I heard another voice.” Silvia stiffens. “Another voice? Like… telepathic?” “Yeah,” I whisper. “But it wasn’t Zane.” She frowns deeply, crossing her arms over her chest. “What did it say?” I hesitate. “That I wouldn’t stay hidden forever.” Silvia doesn’t respond immediately. She walks to the side, grabs a tablet from a locker, and taps something on the screen.

My teeth chatter, and my blood chills, but that’s the last of my worry. It’s my fate that frightens me. Unable to take the silent walk to what could be my death, I skid to a stop, my bare feet digging into the dewy grass underneath me. The Silent’s grip tightens on my arm to the point where I wince against the pain. “I’ve done nothing wrong,” I protest, trying to pull away, but to no avail. “Please let me go, you don’t want to do this.”

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

The deeper he went, the more frantic he became. He called my name over and over again, but no one answered. Laila had followed him outside, and finally, she snapped. "Philip, stop. Grace's a grown woman. She's not lost—she's just being dramatic again. Why are you making this such a big deal—" "Shut up!" Philip snapped, turning on her with fire in his eyes. "Keep your mouth shut, or get the hell out of my sight!" He kept moving, heart thudding with every step.

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

Cassian’s P.O.V. “I love you, Cassian.” A soft, lilting voice drifted through the thickness of my half-conscious haze, pulling me out of relaxing sleep. I groaned as that voice persisted, repeating this statement like a chant. My mind protested. “Who the hell is whispering a love confession into my sleep?” Ignoring that voice, I tried to sleep again. But this time, it sounded louder—warm, desperate, and trembling with emotions. “I love you, Cassian.”

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

He stopped himself. Her face changed. After a pause, she whispered, "Raiyan, don't." The words were a soft, jagged blade. She didn't raise her voice, but the sound of it cut through the bass of the lounge music like a physical strike. Raiyan froze. The words he had been about to say — the raw, pathetic admission that her silence had been louder than the noise of the trial — died in his throat.