A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

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?"

*FlashBack************************* As I was about making my way back inside the room, I head a loud voice in my head and I was very sure of what I head. "I am back and this time around, I will take everything that belongs to the Night Walker pack and leave them with memories of how they got destroyed!" A very husky and horrific voice said to me from the dark and I was sure that didn't sound like the voice of any normal person. 'This must be the voice of the Silent beast!' I thought to myself, as my feet and hands were shaking and I was consumed in fright at that point in time... I tried to move my both feet and I was unable to move, as I was also try to scream and each time I tried opening

Another knock. "Who is it?" Silence. Then Max's voice. "It's me." Nate closed his eyes. For several seconds, he didn't move. Then he walked to the door. His hand rested on the handle. He hesitated. Everything inside him screamed not to open it. But eventually, he turned the lock. The door opened. Max stood in the hallway. The party had left his face. He looked calm now. Serious. His eyes met Nate's. Neither spoke.

He opened his mouth to roar, to call his guards to kill me, to scream his defiance at the sky. But nothing came out. Damon’s mouth moved, his throat worked, his chest heaved with effort, but the only sound was the whistling of the wind. I hadn't just silenced him; I had stripped the "concept" of his voice from his body. I had reached into the atoms of his vocal cords and rewritten them into silence.

Shadows stretched across the floor, and the silence was oppressive. Then, a voice broke the quiet. “Greetings, May,” it said, smooth and low, resonating from the darkness. May froze, her eyes darting towards the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows—tall, lean, and calm, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly but edged with defiance. The figure stepped forward, revealing a face she didn’t recognize—yet somehow felt familiar, like a ghost from her past. “I’m someone who knows the truth,” he said softly. “And I’ve been watching you.”

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.”