A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, wanting to sound convincing enough because I didn’t want to believe hearing his voice would make my heart or me react that way. I tried to tell myself it was okay while I ended the call with them, saying I’ll see them pretty soon at training. I took a longer deep breath now. Browsing through my mind and asking my wolf if it was just us hearing voices? She was hell quiet, acting completely different from the normal hatred she so harbored for Raemon. It was so weird and I hated the quiet. Anthrix silence scares me sometimes. “I hope I didn’t scare you?” His voice came up and this time even more clearly.

"It said I was weak. That I was only pretending to be brave. That everyone could see through it, and eventually I would fail, and wolves would die because of me." Lira felt a chill that had nothing to do with the morning cold. She knew that voice. She had heard it herself, in the whispering forest, in the depths of the mountain, in the quiet moments before every battle. The voice of the Silence, speaking through its fragments, finding the cracks in a wolf's spirit and pressing against them. "The Silence is a liar," she said. "It always has been. It finds your deepest fear and tells you it's the truth. But that doesn't make it true. It just makes it loud."

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

Hendrik’s voice shot in my wildest thoughts. I shifted my eyes up, nervously staring at the unfamiliar faces seated on the couches. Each terrifying in a different way from another. I noticed there was only one woman amongst them who was in her middle thirties. She had her eyelids and mouth painted black. She somehow reminded me of Miss. Claws. “Hey guys! This is Rin and Rin these are my friends,” Hendrik introduced the four men and woman seated before us. I felt his hand violently pull me by my waist closer to him while he took a sip on his beer.

Scott, covered with blood, was arrested by the police. At the station, he didn't say a word. When someone tried to wash the blood from his face, however, he screamed in agony, as if he was being flayed alive. "No! Don't take Wendy from me! Don't touch my face! Get away, get away!" As the blood flowed down the drain… Scott's heart stopped beating too.

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms. She was lost. “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.

Blind once more. But my chest felt lighter. Somewhere in the silence, Xireth’s voice echoed one last time. “Well done, Clarissa. You have faced yourself and not broken. Go on.” And so I did.

He'd found a way to do the same thing to living wolves. The nearest one turned its black eyes to Xander and didn't speak and didn't shift and didn't do anything except look, with the patience of something that had been told to wait and would wait for exactly as long as it had been told to. Garrett said, very quietly: "Xander." "I see them," Xander said. Five Void-infected Alphas between them and a man wired into an amplifier machine, in a room with one exit they'd already come through. From the earpiece, Silas's voice came through small and clear: "Whatever you're seeing in there — the second frequency just got louder. He knows you're there."

I pressed my hand against his chest. Waiting. Listening. Nothing My Heart Stopped “No…” This time it came out broken. “No, no, no…” My fingers tightened in his shirt. “You don’t get to do this,” I whispered. The Voice Inside Me Was Silent For the first time She didn’t speak. Didn’t interfere. Didn’t analyze. Even she understood “Anna…” The voice came from behind me. Careful. Measured. I Didn’t Turn “If you say anything about sacrifice or necessary loss” My voice trembled.