A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

My blood froze in my veins. Leah was standing beside my bed, asking me why I hadn't gone back to sleep. However, the Leah who was sleeping beside me just now and whose wound I felt had disappeared without a trace. My mind went blank, and I started spiralling. Was it a ghost? Or had I gone mad? When I stayed silent, Leah leaned in and asked in concern, "What's wrong, Julia? Why is your face so pale?" I stared at her face illuminated by the light from my phone. Her face, her expression, and the way she spoke were just like Leah's.

he said to himself as he watched Wrenn sit in front of him. They now faced each other while staring blankly at front. After a second, both their pamphlets shine that catch their attention. "Ehem, ehem!" someone spoke from the speaker. "Raia Yuan and Wren Vincen...Team E and H are both in your hands..." the guy from the speaker said while both of them are putting headphones on their ears.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

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.

“No one said you did. But there’s power in knowing when to speak and when to be silent.” “I’m tired of being quiet.” She turned to face him. “I understand. But sometimes, silence is the strongest answer.” He didn’t reply. That night, as he lay on his mattress, staring at the ceiling, he whispered to himself. “I don’t want to forget. But I don’t want to hurt either.” And sleep took him. --- Back in the city, Matteo found Jax in an abandoned shack near the industrial border. He knocked once. “It’s me.”

The voice was thin, cracked, as though afraid of its own sound. “She defied him,” another muttered. “It was more than that.” The murmurs spread like embers on dry leaves. Fearful. Hungry. Some voices dripping with awe, others curdled with suspicion. Nicole heard them, every word, every hiss that cut across her skin like blades. But she refused to break the stare, even as her pulse hammered in her throat. Silas’s shoulders shifted at last, the faintest adjustment but the pack seized on it as though it were a strike. The silence fractured fully, voices spilling now in uneven bursts.

Immediately, the entire hall was filled with Leo’s voice, and his vicious confession echoed through the space. His face grew paler by the moment. Then, he crawled to her feet and began apologizing.