A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

Then—words, in a voice not its own. > “The road ahead is sealed by silence. Only the one who listens may pass.” The figure collapsed into dust. Aria stared at the pile of ash, heart thundering. “What does that mean?” Valeska knelt beside it. “It was a message. A guardian—animated by old power.” Kael muttered, “The next Voice?” “Maybe,” Aria said. “Or the gate to them.” Ressa frowned. “Sealed by silence? What does that even mean?”

For a moment, Eliana forgot how to breathe. “What is that?” Liz whispered, her voice barely audible. Eliana did not answer right away. She could not. Her mind was still trying to catch up with what she was seeing, still trying to find a way to explain it that made sense. But deep down, she already knew. “This,” the voice echoed through the space, softer now but no less powerful, “is what follows you.” The figure tilted its head slightly, mirroring a gesture Eliana herself often made without thinking. The familiarity of it sent a chill down her spine.

Baba said, the thing that caught my attention was weren't they so awfully in love with each other then how come they're divorced and by the way where is kashan ever since I came back I haven't seen him or even heared of him. "OK but then what's with the attitude why can't she just talk for once huh?" I asked fed up with the silent behavior of hers who does she think she is. "Beta we don't know her parents said its been like that ever since she came back. They haven't shared much information about what happened but they said she lost her voice after an accident that's all we now." Baba answered. Wow the chatter box is permanently silent

Another knock. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Max's voice. "It's me." Nate closed his eyes. For several seconds, he didn't move. Then he walked to the door. His hand rested on the handle. He hesitated. Everything inside him screamed not to open it. But eventually, he turned the lock. The door opened. Max stood in the hallway. The party had left his face. He looked calm now. Serious. His eyes met Nate's. Neither spoke.

The voices only grew louder, pounding in my head like a relentless drumbeat. “Stop!” I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat. Silence. The voices vanished, as if obeying my command. The fog began to clear, revealing a figure standing before me. It was a woman cloaked in white. Her hair floated around her like a halo, stark white and ethereal. Her face remained obscured by the lingering mist, but her presence was oddly soothing. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice soft and melodic, like a song carried by the wind.

Already becoming what it needed me to be. And as the system closed around me As everything went silent As I felt myself disappear I heard it. Not from the figure. Not from the system. But from somewhere deep inside. A voice. Faint. Familiar. And impossible.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

Silence crashes over the street, my breathing becomes ragged, a figure stands before me, terrifyingly tall, hidden beneath a black cloak, the fabric moves despite the complete absence of windand its face remains concealed beneath a hood. Darkness fills the space where features should be, I cannot see eyes or see skin, just can't see anything. Yet I know it is staring directly at me, my body refuses to move as fear roots me to the ground, then it speaks. A woman's voice. Cold, ancient and cruel. "Why should I allow you in, weakling?" The words strike me like a physical blow. My lips part, I try to answer, try to speak, to maybe defend myself but nothing comes out and the pressure from her pre