A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

Their face is pale, streaked with tears and blood from their nose, eyes wide with fear and a desperate, fragile hope. "Mama?" Their voice is a whisper in the vast silence. "Mama, it’s me. It’s over." I look at them. See the familiar shape of their eyes, the curve of their cheek. I know I should know this face. This voice. This feeling their touch stirs, deep in the numb void. But… it’s like looking through thick, warped glass. The connection is… severed. The love is a memory locked behind ice. I feel… nothing. Just the cold earth beneath me. The crushing weight of the silence.

But this time, she noticed that it was in her head. She did not recognize the voice but she somehow felt like she knew who or what was speaking to her. “Who are you?” She asked as she stood to her feet. She was a little bit nervous. “Am I going crazy?” She thought to herself. “I’m Silence, I’m your wolf,” The voice replied clearly. Clary was taken aback. She looked around and proceeded to find somewhere that she could use as shelter. “Why are just speaking to me after so long? Do you know how long I have longed to hear from you?”

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Deon tried to reason with him. " Kaden is not here right now; you’re talking to the Dark One." This strange, possessed voice came from Kaden, but his lips never moved. " Kaden would have to face the consequences after I release his body and he finds his precious little mate dead in his hands." As the voice stopped, Kaden’s grip on my hand was released, now around my neck. He lifted me off the ground by my neck, my feet dangling inches above the ground. I gasped for air, squirming and kicking, when I noticed a fireball heading toward my face, but it slammed into Kaden’s back instead. My vision started to blur from lack of oxygen.

The echo infiltrated his head. "Come on Kyle, what is wrong with you?! Snap out of it!" Voices he couldn't make out trying so hard to reach him, and his ears locking them out only for the next few seconds until the next slap on his cheek reached him from across the universe. "...SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT!" He blinked at the loud roar and finally got back his lost senses, the echoes clearing out and the faces in front of not being the ones he had expected. "Kyle?!" her voice softened like she hadn't been the one on the aggressive a second ago. "Oh my god, are you with me now?"

It blazed outward, not to destroy—but to restore. The silence shrieked—not with sound, but a fracture in the world. A scream made of cracks. The others braced, blades raised—but Ezra was the only one the silence touched. And this time, he didn’t flinch. --- He walked straight into it. And for a moment—everything disappeared. --- Ezra stood in nothing. No floor. No air. Just absence. Then—he heard it. > A voice. His own. Not speaking. Just existing. Repeating.

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.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

The noise becomes a low pulse under my feet, steady and growing. I stop when I reach the middle. There’s space around me now. Not much. Just enough that I can turn and see them from every angle. Hundreds of faces. Hundreds of eyes watching like they’re waiting for the world to tilt in a new direction. My pulse thumps fast, but my breathing stays even. Controlled. Present. I raise my voice. Not shouting. Just enough to carry. “We aren’t going back to silence,” I say. “Not today. Not ever again.”