A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

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.”

The forest blurred at the edges, not in sight but in feeling, like the world had taken one step back while something else stepped forward. The figure watched. Still. Unmoving. Certain. “You hear it,” it said. Lucas’s body tensed. “Don’t speak to her.” The figure did not look at him. It didn’t need to. “I’m not speaking to you,” it replied softly. My breath caught. Because it was right. The voice did not land in my ears. It moved through me. “You’ve been quiet for too long.” A faint pressure brushed against the back of my thoughts. Not force. Not control. Recognition.

I blinked, shaking my head clear. "Excuse me..." Silence. As I instinctively reached out to shake her awake, she sits up abruptly instead, the cap still on her head; a waterfall of raven black curls falling along her back. Closing the book, she got off the desk and moved to the window. Silence. Wh-What was that? "Good morning, I wasn't expecting there to be anyone here at this hour..." Silence, "I guess you're one of my students. I'm..." "I know who you are Fairchild Sensei." Her soft yet hoarse voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. The slight unrecognizable accent played with my ears ever so slightly and I was rendered speechless... Is that all?

thoughts, I had stomped into the sitting room and insulted them for making noise which there wasn't, they were playing scrabble, but their thoughts was so loud, Jeremy was crushing on my brother's crush despite knowing my brother's feelings for the girl, John was so eager to beat my brother in the game, Chris was planning to steal my brother's cracker and Ethan was imagining kissing me, I had said it to their face, every single thing they were thinking, all of them at that time was calling me a psycho lunatic, and I had yelled at them for that asking them to get out, I had left my brother speechless, not because of that, but because of his friends thought, his own thought was rowdy, steal h

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.

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.

“Together.” We plant our feet. Push forward. Against the pressure. Against the system. Against everything trying to tear us apart. The walls strain. Crack. Just slightly. “Warning: structural instability,” the system announces. “Good,” I whisper. “Insufficient,” the figure replies coldly. And then— everything stops. Instantly. No pressure. No movement. No sound. Silence crashes down. Wrong. Too sudden. “What…” I start. Then— the figure smiles. Just slightly.

It moved like something that already knew I couldn’t escape. “Belle?” Ethan’s voice sounded sharper now. “Talk to me.” The figure finally spoke. Its voice didn’t sound human. Not deep. Not distorted. Just… layered. Like multiple voices speaking slightly out of sync. “You remember more now.” Every hair on my arms rose instantly. My throat tightened painfully. “What are you?” The figure stopped moving. For a moment, silence swallowed the room completely. Then: “I am what remains.” The words settled heavily in the air. Not loud.

The First Silence freezes. The Hollow’s darkness trembles violently. Even the Unmade looks confused. Because none of them caused this Then A single human voice echoes across all existence Weak. Terrified. Crying “Can anyone hear me?” My blood turns cold instantly. Because that voice Wasn’t cosmic It was human And somehow It came from beyond reality itself

No lights. No movement. Only ruins. My pulse raced. “What is this?” The words left my mouth before I realized I was speaking aloud. A voice answered. Not from behind me. Not in front of me. Everywhere. “Memory.” The same voice from beneath the mountain. Ancient. Calm. Terrifying. I turned slowly. A figure stood at the center of the platform. Human-shaped. Nothing more. Made entirely of golden light. No face. No features. Just a silhouette.