A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

“Mommy!” Elena looked at him. His eyes were glowing. Not gold. Not black. Blue. The Silence stopped. For the first time, the black figure seemed to notice him. Lucas stared at it. And the impossible happened. The Silence spoke. Only one word. “You.” The Genesis count stopped. 1,000,001 SUBJECTS REMAINING Elena stared at Lucas. The black figure lowered its hand. Then Lucas whispered something that made even the barefoot creator recoil. “I remember you.”

His lilac irises flared, burning so brightly that they nearly swallowed the whites of his eyes. “A Lunairs heir can’t speak? Unbelievable!” he growled, his voice shaking with disbelief and anger. “A Silver Wolf cannot be mute.” His power slammed into the air like a physical force. He commanded. “Speak! It’s your elder’s order!” A hot surge ignited in my chest, like it was something unlocking, tearing through me with molten force. My throat constricted so hard that I clawed at it instinctively. A faint shiver swept over me as my lips parted, a tiny voice slipping out of them in a shaky whisper.

--- No center to break. --- Only a system that had quietly become something else. --- The air shifted again. --- Sharper this time. --- More defined. --- And then— --- A voice. --- Not the system. --- Not one of them. --- Something new. --- “You’re already too late.” --- It echoed through everything. --- Calm. --- Certain. --- Unfamiliar. --- Adrian’s body tensed immediately. --- “Show yourself,” he said. --- Silence. --- Then— --- A figure began to form.

The Figure asked when The Image stopped. Silence. “Who are you?” The Figure’s skin was moist. “I am your god.” It said. The Figure’s face wore confusion. The only illumination in the empty space; the bulb, went dead. The whole room was swallowed by darkness “Confess me as your Lord and Savior.” “NEVER!” A sudden chill filled the air. “Pity.” There was a thud. The Image screamed. “Stop it! Why are you tormenting me?” “If only you had agreed from the beginning, you would’ve still been whole. But now, you are… below human. Why do you prove to be stubborn?”

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

“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!

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?

Shadows stretched across the floor, and the silence was oppressive. Then, a voice broke the quiet. “Greetings, May,” it said, smooth and low, resonating from the darkness. May froze, her eyes darting towards the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows—tall, lean, and calm, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly but edged with defiance. The figure stepped forward, revealing a face she didn’t recognize—yet somehow felt familiar, like a ghost from her past. “I’m someone who knows the truth,” he said softly. “And I’ve been watching you.”

But we needed answers. "Silas, stop!" I shouted. I didn't use my human voice. I unleashed a fraction of the Luna Voice, the dual-frequency vibrating off the iron walls. Silas froze, the blade an inch from the assassin’s neck. His chest was heaving, his crimson eyes wide and wild, fighting the overwhelming biological urge to slaughter anything that threatened his mate. He looked at me, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. I stepped out from behind his shadow.

The voice continued. “I was only the door.” The eyes opened wider. Something began stepping through. The First Father raised his weapon. The Creator's face turned pale. Selene pulled Auren behind her. Kael stood alone. And for the first time— even the voice inside his Heart was silent. A massive figure emerged from beyond the darkness. It had no face. No crown. No weapon. Only endless silver eyes. Then it spoke. “Kael.” Kael raised his weapon. “Who are you?”