Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice Figure

"Your finger." He took a step to the side. "Stretch your arms apart." He asked her and she obeyed immediately. The wind gently blew her hair off her face, she felt it between her fingers. "What is that?" He whispered now close to her ear, so that a pleasant shiver ran over her entire body. "The wind." "Do you see the wind?" She shook her head and looked at him. "You don't see the wind, but you can feel it, it's there." She nodded and he continued. "And so I feel that Jesus is always with me."

A few minutes later they all stopped when they heard a familiar song. "Watch me as I kill you, watch me as I kill you slowly, I am Czatheign and I'm at your back ~" Even their leader stiffened on the stand as he listened to the angelic voice but demonic lyrics of the song. After that the surroundings became quiet again, but the silence did not last long. They did not realize that the woman was behind them now. Now the aura it possesses is more frightening, the eyes are fiercer and the walk is heavier.

“They are useless, can only stain this highly place-” “I said shut up!” As loud as it could be, my voice reach the deepest of earth, the highest of heaven, and even...the barren land. I can felt it, the silence...prevail. “W-what...” Everything's freeze, shut the movement and even noises. I can only sigh, close my eyes to accept defeat. So I'm doom? “For the best of all,” a voice so familiar woke me up from the silence. It goes to its unique way of greeting: “Will you continue or waiting in this place for a rescue?”

The whisper grew louder, morphing into an unintelligible murmur that seemed to emanate from all around me. I pressed forward, determined to uncover the source of the mysterious voice. With each step, the light grew stronger, until finally, I emerged into a small chamber bathed in an ethereal glow. Before me stood a figure cloaked in shadows, their features obscured by the shimmering light. My heart raced as I realized I was not alone in this strange place. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The figure remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I am the Guardian of the Abyss," they said, their words ec

Finally, she remembered that when she was younger, she was able to talk and just be quiet. It was the fact that she had been shunned at the rogue pack not to talk that she had been quiet all these while. Bingo! Maybe if she said a word, they could understand what she was saying, and maybe she could tell them she needed hearing aids and she couldn’t hear what they were saying to her. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was, “I-I-I” Well, that was a start she was certain that if she tried even harder, she was going to get it.

“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.

Cassian cursed loudly. Kael stepped in front of Nova. The statues took their first step. Then another. Then thousands more. An entire city was moving. And at the top of the silver tower, a dark figure appeared. Watching. Waiting. Smiling. The Second Silence had finally revealed itself. And somehow, it looked human.

When we eventually reached Dahlia, she was in a clearing, her fur standing on end. In the center of the clearing stood a figure cloaked in shadows, radiating a presence that was both eerie and enchanting. "Who are you?" Dahlia insisted, her tone a soft rumble. The figure remained silent. Rather, it lifted a hand, and the earth below us trembled. Before we had a chance to respond, the figure spoke in a voice that appeared to resonate from both everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. “You believe you grasp the truth,” it remarked, its voice chilling and unearthly. "Yet your eyes cannot see, and your hearts are conflicted."

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.

"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.