A Silent Voice Figure Novels & Stories

“You’re the last voice she can claim.” Yvette nodded. “Then let her.” --- The shadows thickened around the circle. The air grew sharp. Her heartbeat thundered like war drums. Then—she was no longer alone. She saw her mother. Her real mother. Not the smiling one from pictures, but the worn, weeping version who died with so many secrets. She mouthed one word: “Fight.” Then she vanished. And in her place— Her Silence arrived. The faceless figure. No mouth. Just raw, scarred skin where the voice should be.

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

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

When light returned, only one figure stood in the chamber. A silhouette against cracked stone. And its voice whispered: “We are the line that cannot die.”

The figure was bizarre enough that if ordinary people were to see it, they would think it was a ghost. “Sire… We have information for you,” the black figure said. The voice was highly distorted that it was hard to determine its gender. “The sparky boy has left for a journey…” The wind blew softly among them, filling in the empty silence that came into existence. But the white figure then open its lips and talked in masculine and heavy tone. “Alone?” “No, sire… A small wind is with him,” the black figure said. “Destination?” the white figure asked.

Crowned with gloom and bone, tall as the ceiling, clad in something older than death itself, with eyes that flashed with hunger, not fire. Kade's faint, stifled voice broke the silence. "Don't move, Nyra." I wasn't planning to. The figure smiled with a faint curl of something otherworldly. Finally.

Silence slammed down. The pressure eased. Just a fraction. The massive shape stilled. The figure slowly lowered its hand. For one heartbeat, the valley held perfectly still. Then the figure spoke again, voice colder than before. “This is not over.” “I know,” I whispered. The fog began to pull back. Not retreating. Repositioning. The massive shape withdrew inch by inch, its outline dissolving back into shadow, the pressure lifting just enough that I could finally draw a full breath without screaming.

My strength folded in on itself like it hit a wall that wasn’t there a second ago. “Stop fighting it,” the creature said to me, finally turning its gaze my way. “You’ll only make it worse.” I laughed once, sharp and bitter. “I don’t know how to do anything else.” Lyra’s shoulders shook. “Sinclair… I don’t know what it wants me to say.” “Then don’t say anything,” I said. “Silence is still a choice.” The figure spoke then, voice cutting through the noise. “Not anymore.” The light under our feet surged brighter. Cracks raced outward like veins. Somewhere in the distance, something collapsed.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”