A Silent Voice Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

His dark suit clung to his frame like armor, and his eyes — sharp, calculating — burned into her. “Now the fire has started, and whether you want it or not, you’re standing in the middle of it.” Serena’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Funny. You speak as if you weren’t the one holding the match.” For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and taut. Then Damien moved closer, each step deliberate, his presence filling the space like smoke seeping into every corner.

“My best friend betrayed me. So I had to deal with him. I sent him and his mate out and pulled all the patrols on that side. They died. I knew the Hunters would be there. They were picking up another child. Boom. Dead. Though, the Hunters thought it was war and attacked until I had to explain it wasn’t they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time but then it was fine. It was perfect. No one knew. No one knew.” He started to chant it over and over again. My nerves were frayed and I dared to glance at Nate. His face was pale as a ghost, heaving on the ground. Suddenly, the anger snapped and I felt Eros roar within me. We stepped forward only to be stopped by a hand on my shoulder. “Sil,

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.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

“I hope it happens before you finally reject Marcus, because I want to see it.” I nodded, and then grabbed my throat. “Clara?” Tracy asked, concerned. Nora reached for me, obviously worried. My throat felt so strange! It was warm, like I’d tried to drink sunlight, but it didn’t burn like it did when I was ill. “Clara, what’s wrong?” Nora asked. I opened my mouth, and a soft, strained whine emerged. It wasn’t a word, no, but it was a sound. For the first time in my life, I made a sound. I had a voice!

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.