Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice Figure

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.

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.

Thorne growled, stepping forward. The soldier swallowed hard. “We didn’t see it coming. It’s… it’s not like the others. It’s silent. Watching.” We all turned and saw it. A single shadow figure standing at the far end of the courtyard, still as stone. No eyes. No face. Just… watching. And then, in a voice that sounded like mine, it whispered: “The Gate is opening.”

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

She fell to her knees, whispering, “Please… let me out.” The ground rippled beneath her. For a moment, it seemed as if her plea had reached them—until the world went utterly still. Then the silence smiled. The air thickened around her, gathering into a humanoid shape. The light within it was both cold and radiant, and when it spoke, it wasn’t Kael. It wasn’t Draven. It was both, and something else layered beneath—a third tone, ancient and intimate, as if the Gate itself had found a voice.

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

Then it came. Not a wolf, not a man. The figure stepped half into the moonlight and stopped. Cloaked in black, its face hidden by a mask of bone, it leaned against a gnarled tree like it had all the time in the world. It did not breathe loudly. It did not move with hunger. It simply watched. A murmur spread through the warriors. Some drew weapons, others shifted their weight nervously. I gripped my own arms to keep from shivering. The figure raised its head. Its mask gleamed white, and when it spoke, the voice was neither man nor woman but something in between smooth, cold, endless.