A Silent Voice Figure 소설 & 이야기

Their father whispered, “They recognize her.” Elara’s heart pounded. “Recognize her as what?!” He didn’t answer. The figure took one small step forward. Past the doorway. Into the room. Silas raised his gun and fired. The sound exploded through the space. The bullet went straight through the figure. And hit the wall behind it. The figure didn’t stop. Didn’t react. Didn’t even change. Silas whispered, “That’s not possible…” The figure glided closer. The red glow in its chest pulsing slowly.

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

Immediately I got outside my room and walked out to the outside, I noticed that I didn't see anyone and it started getting clear to me, that I was the only one who heard the heavy noise. 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 consum

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The figure loomed, gazing at me for what felt like an eternity, its presence captivating. I wondered why it didn’t speak, why it just stood there like a specter, watching and measuring my every move. Suddenly, it turned to leave, letting me find my voice: “Wait,” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper, and a few seconds after saying it, the familiar silence enveloped it, preventing echoes of my voice as if hiding a deep secret and not even the wind could hear it. “You have been a mystery.” I said softly, taking a careful step towards it. “But can I see your face? Or at least know your name or who you are.”

There was something around it that was both terrifyingly outsider and exasperatingly recognizable, as though he knew who or what it was, but his intellect refused to acknowledge it. The figure raised a hand, and the ground underneath Ethan's feet started to split and disintegrate. He staggered back, scarcely keeping his feet on the ground as the earth part opened, uncovering a chasm of twirling obscurity. The figure's voice resounded through the air, moo and threatening. “You have come a long way, Ethan,” it said, its voice like a whisper carried within the wind. “But your journey ends here.” Ethan shook his head, attempting to clear the mist from his intellect. “Who are you?” he requested,

I don't have a body anymore, I am a spirit. It's as if I've been beleaguered by thousands of armies. I can't see them. I can feel them looming closer and closer. I shrink back and let out a blood curdling scream, like a siren. Only that I'm not leading anyone to destruction, I, myself am walking through a path of destruction. Why is silence so noisy?

The silence stretched between Lyla and the figures before her, thick as smoke, pressing against her skin. The space around her was not a room, not a ruin, not a battlefield. It was nothing and yet it was alive, pulsing with unseen forces, watching her as she watched them. The figures did not move. But they spoke. Not in words. Not in sound. But in something older. Something that curled inside her ribs like an ancient whisper. "You do not belong here."