A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

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.”

Like something that had been scrubbed of memory. Liora arrived within minutes. She stared at the figure, lips parting. “…Mother?” The woman tilted her head. “Do I look like her?” “You feel like her,” Liora whispered. “But not enough.” The woman smiled. A quiet, haunting smile. “I am not her. I am what she would have been… without you.” The creature stepped forward. “I am Emissary Four of the Circle of Silence.” Her voice was calm, cold, without the rise and fall of emotion. “I have come to offer you a choice.”

he let out, sounding as calm as he was internally. She smirked and pulled her arms over the couch again, "You're right, that was a lie. Seems you do know all there is to know." He let out a light scoff. Maybe try telling him something he didn't know better. "Then do you know this," she clasped her hands, a confident look pulling up her face. "The reason why he doesn't have his voice. He was never born mute." That's because you took it bitch.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

Silent. She moved like she belonged in the shadows. Like she was part of them. She paused just inside the doorway. Waiting. Listening. My lungs burned from holding my breath. Don't move. Don't react. The figure stepped forward. One step. Two. Closer to the center of the room. Then – she stopped. Completely. "I know you're there." The voice cut through the silence. Low. Smooth. And something about it – something wrong. Something familiar. My chest tightened.