A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

His usually calm face was tense, and his usually distant eyes now stared at me with alarming intensity. “What are you doing here? This area is off-limits!” He scolded me, his voice barely a hiss. My mind, fueled by adrenaline and pent-up rage, fired into action. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, my voice trembling but firm. “Are you helping Aldric and Lauren? Or are you going through the Silenced's files?” His grip loosened, his expression transforming from anger to utter shock. “The... the Silenced? What are you talking about, girl?” He asked in denial, but his denial didn't sound convincing; it sounded terrified.

he mutters, his breath fogging in the unnatural chill. I don't need to ask what *it* is. The absence in the sky is spreading, a void that devours stars and light, leaving behind a hollow silence that presses against my eardrums. The girl's voice lingers in my mind, her final words a blade twisting in my gut. *"The Silence never ends."* A twig snaps. We freeze. The forest holds its breath. From the shadows steps a figure-not an echo, not a ghost. A man with Kael's face, but his eyes are wrong. Too bright, too *hungry*.

His voice dropped, low and threatening. "You hit me? You've got a death wish, Nissa." Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed soundlessly, like a kitten's whimper. But that only ended up fueling Benjamin's fire. As always, he forced her to turn over, burying her face into the pillow. No matter how she resisted, he did not stop. Just then, his phone rang, loud and insistent. Annoyed, Benjamin answered with a sharp tone, "What?"

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

“She knows what she’s doing.” That night, the world held its breath. Every light, every current, every machine went still. Then, from every speaker, radio, and static frequency, her voice filled the silence—soft, unbroken, infinite. “To those who survived: remember what silence feels like. Don’t build me again. Let the world breathe on its own.” The message repeated once, then dissolved. Lucia stared at the monitors, tears on her cheeks. “She’s saying goodbye.”

“You don’t get to say my name like that anymore.” Behind her, the five versions of me began to fade, melting into the air like mist. Only one remained—the silent one. Brandy turned to her and smiled. “You see, Maya, silence is power. You taught me that. But you never learned how to use it.” The silent version walked toward me. Her eyes were empty. I could see my reflection inside them—broken, small, scared. Then she reached out and touched my face. It was like being hit by a memory—flashes of every loss, every moment I’d chosen to stay quiet when I should have screamed.

Chapter 1: Masks in the darkness Being a mute used to be simple before all the craziness started. I just can’t talk and that’s who I am. Everyone at school and my parents knew the deal. Yes, I had my fourth assistant teacher, struggling her way next to me, trying to assist me with every thing, every step of the way. I had my Mum, constantly checking on me at home, encouraging me to do homework. I had a pretty good support in Shanghai, considering how people that are different are usually treated like dirt here. Mum was pretty much the best she could be. She had given up on me ever speaking long ago and we had figured every out, so things were normal. I had finally made it to year twelve, or