A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

Zylia. The voice came soft, like a sigh. I turned sharply, searching, but all I saw was mist. “Who’s there?” No answer. Just silence… and then another whisper, closer. You should have stayed. My hands trembled. “Show yourself.” The fog shifted ahead of me, twisting, forming something like a figure. It wasn’t solid , just a shimmer, a silhouette outlined by pale light. A woman’s voice came through, calm and sorrowful. “You walk too far into what isn’t meant for you.”

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

“There wasn’t supposed to be.” The pressure intensified suddenly. Luke staggered slightly. And then— He heard it. Not with his ears. A voice. Ancient. Broken. “Still… alive…” Lily gasped sharply. The presence surged instantly. “…do not respond.” The voice laughed weakly. Not cruel. Exhausted. “It learned fear…” The structure shook harder. The figure’s expression darkened dangerously. “Silence.” The voice ignored it. “And now… it understands.” Luke stared toward the sealed void.

A flapping sound caught her attention as Penny shot up, a large pair of blue-black wings fanned out behind her as she hovered a few feet off the ground. “Fucking what?! Branded her? SHE’S A CHILD GODDAMNIT!” Penny eyes had a dangerous glint in them as her fury spiked. Lissa had stilled at Bellamy’s side as she stared at Penny, frozen with fear. Thea placed a gentle hand on Penny’s arm as she tried to pull her to sit back down. “Penny, you’re scaring Lissa…” Penny’s furious gaze softened as she looked at Lissa, she dropped back onto her feet with a light thud and her wings tucked back, disappearing behind her.

I then went out. The loud, irritating giggles and soft mourns inside the minivan was what catch my ears as I approach it. I placed down the tank of oil. I could see Ten’s broad tattooed back facing straight at the window and his head underneath Sophie’s school skirt as Sophie lets out soft mourns. I rapidly pulled the front door open with my gun pointing straight at Ten’s sharp huge face. “Bitch” he said between his teeth with his red eyes staring straight at the gun’s barrel.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

But as she reached for it again, a voice echoed in her mind. “You should’ve destroyed it when you had the chance.” She froze, her eyes darting around the clearing. “Who’s there?” The voice laughed, low and sinister. “Oh, Annabel. You’ve opened the door. Now you have to walk through it.” Suddenly, the shard flared, its light intensifying. Annabel shielded her eyes as a figure began to materialize above it—a translucent silhouette that radiated malice. “You think you can fight me?” the figure said, its voice echoing in her skull. “You’re nothing but a pawn.”

Not enough to reveal it. Not yet. Slow. Measured. "Huh" voice above a whisper. Almost swallowed by the silence. Then it stepped back. Disappearing fully into the shadows..

Even the Heart came, its glow faint but steady, pulsing in rhythm with what remained of the Moons. Lunara’s voice carried softly through them all. “This will not be a battle of power. It will be a battle of will. The Continuum thrives when we surrender our sound.” Nareth’s fire burned blue with determination. “Then let’s give them the loudest silence they’ve ever known.” --- The Voice of the Silent Continuum From beyond the dark horizon, a vibration emerged—not a voice, but a presence. It spoke directly into every soul. > You have corrupted the stillness. You have fractured the whole. Return to silence, or be erased.

The one whose presence pressed like a weight into the very air, heavy enough to make the warriors sweat even in the cool of the chamber. Silence stretched, suffocating, broken only by the scrape of boots against stone as the figure paced slowly before them. Deliberate. Controlled. When the voice finally came, it was low and sharp—calm in a way that was more terrifying than rage. “You thought you were clever.” The warriors flinched. Neither dared to lift their heads. “You whisper in corners,” the figure continued, his tone edged with disdain. “You scheme like rats, imagining yourselves wolves. And then—” A pause. A breath. “—you speak her name.”