A Silent Voice X Faces Novels & Stories

Part 1: The Face in the Dark The room remained silent. Only the emergency lights glowed red through the darkness. On the monitor— The silhouette sat motionless. Watching. Waiting. Lina felt her heart hammering in her chest. "Who are you?" she demanded. The figure smiled. A slow, calm smile. "Asking the wrong question already." Part 2: Fear Victor took a step back. That alone frightened Lina. Victor never stepped back. Victor never looked afraid.

Soft, beautiful voice: "Come to me, Aria." My blood turns to ice as I freeze. The voice is in my thoughts, engulfing my ideas and sucking me in. Aria: "Do you hear that?" she whispered. Xander furrows his face in confusion as he shakes his head. Xander: "What? Hear what? The sound gets louder and more demanding. Voice: "Please move closer." Almost against my choice, my body starts to move once more. Xander's hold on my arm grows stronger, yet I feel as though an invisible power is pulling me in.

“You were never meant to be alone.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “You’re not real.” But the voice doesn’t stop. It becomes a chorus. The water around my skiff ripples, faces forming beneath the surface. It shows me all of the people I’ve lost, people I’ve failed. My pack. My father. My mother. Garrin. And still I row. Silen’s voice cuts through the whispers. “Don’t listen!” I look up. His skiff glides a few yards away, his expression tight. The water glows brighter under him. “It feeds on memory!” he calls. “Keep your thoughts quiet.”

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.

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.

Slowly— I push the door open. Darkness spills out— but not empty. Not silent. Voices. Screaming. Crying. Breaking. My past. Waiting. I step inside. And the moment I cross the threshold— everything hits at once. The sound. The fear. The memory. Raw. Unfiltered. Real. I stagger slightly— but I don’t fall. Not this time. Because this time— I’m not running. “This is it,” the voice whispers. “Face it.”

He said to Luke, who also grinned. "What?" Josh wanted to know completely perplexed. "I woke up to voices this morning so I looked out the window and saw you both," Liam explained. "And of course you ran straight to Luke and ..." "We met in the hallway." “What kind of sleep do you two have? We talked very quietly! ”Amazed, he looked at the two alternately. "Children!" They said in unison and Josh clapped his leg. "I hope you didn't wake the Masons!" Remarked Luke. "If we have already woken up ..."

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.

“I hope it happens before you finally reject Marcus, because I want to see it.” I nodded, and then grabbed my throat. “Clara?” Tracy asked, concerned. Nora reached for me, obviously worried. My throat felt so strange! It was warm, like I’d tried to drink sunlight, but it didn’t burn like it did when I was ill. “Clara, what’s wrong?” Nora asked. I opened my mouth, and a soft, strained whine emerged. It wasn’t a word, no, but it was a sound. For the first time in my life, I made a sound. I had a voice!