A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

Another way to show me that my life was entirely in his hands? "Stop," he whispered. I stood still, my chest heaving. The silence of the garden seemed to stretch, taut and expectant. "On the count of three," Silas said, his breath fanning across my cheek. "One. Two. Three." He snapped his hands away. The sudden influx of light made me squint, my eyes watering as they struggled to adjust. But as the blurry shapes began to sharpen, a deafening roar of voices shattered the morning quiet.

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

Henry*** Pain. Cold. Silence. The darkness was absolute—an abyss without end, a chilling maw that consumed every shred of light, every trace of self. Cold seeped into my marrow, and silence pressed against my ears with suffocating weight. Yet, through that oppressive void, a voice—jagged with desperation and laced with dread—fought to reach me, trembling on the edge of oblivion, a lifeline fraying but unbroken. "Henry... Don’t leave me..." Xavier’s voice cracked with anguish, each word trembling with raw fear and unbearable loss, as if his very soul bled through the plea.

VALEN’S POV “You can’t do this by yourself. We will help you. I promise.” I lifted her in my arms and went back to the couch, and plopped down into it with her in my lap. I kissed her forehead and her hair, saying, “We are going to find a way to silence the voices. Just hold on a little longer.” “You don’t know what it feels like. It’s like a million hands pressing on my skull, squashing my marrow.” Raina whimpered, her voice laden with pain as she rubbed the side of her head.

I said. “I never was,” she answered. And I believed her. ⸻ ENDING SCENE XENIA’S POV They think silence is defeat. It is not. Silence is a space I can fill with my own voice when I am ready. And I am almost ready.

I turn to look for it, but there is nothing there. "We want the girl," Another hisses out from my other side and I whip my head around but, again, nothing is there. "Who is there?" I expected my voice to be shaking and cowardly, but it is quite the opposite. It comes out clear and strong. For some reason, I am not afraid of these voices without faces I can see. "WE ARE," They say in unison. *Off in the distance a lone wolf hears a horrified scream*

It was a song—a raw, wordless cry that came from both halves of her soul. Light and shadow burst from her body, swirling upward in ribbons of gold and black. The air trembled. The stillness cracked. From far below, the Heart responded, pulsing in rhythm with her voice. Then the darkness shuddered. The ground split. The First Silence had heard her. --- The Face of Nothing A shape rose from the horizon—not of flesh or light, but absence. A vast distortion that bent reality around it. Where it passed, sound died, air stopped moving, light vanished.

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

The third voice came from a teenager, seated on the floor with his arms around his knees. He didn’t stand. “I haven’t spoken since my brother disappeared.” “Not because I couldn’t. Because every time I tried, the silence felt more honest.” He paused. “This is the first place that made silence feel like a home, not a punishment.” By now, no one was waiting for permission. Voices rose from every edge of the dome. Not stacked. Not sequenced. Just felt. Some spoke from stillness. Others wept as they whispered. One girl simply raised her hand and didn’t say anything.