Novel & Cerita A Silent Voice X Faces

He stopped himself. Her face changed. After a pause, she whispered, "Raiyan, don't." The words were a soft, jagged blade. She didn't raise her voice, but the sound of it cut through the bass of the lounge music like a physical strike. Raiyan froze. The words he had been about to say — the raw, pathetic admission that her silence had been louder than the noise of the trial — died in his throat.

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.

In the corners, they lingered, these unfortunates, the insistent beat of their hearts visible beneath their too-pale skin and shallow, sunken chests. Sensing her near, they turned. Sightless eyes attempted to see. Squat noses pressed flat to slimy faces lifted to catch her scent. Thick lips smeared with sick stretched into torn, ripped and jagged grins. Half-finished forms dragged and turned and moved close. “You still live.” Weathered with age and weary, the voice came from behind her. “I don’t believe that’s happened before. Not after seven sips of tea.” Carefully turning, fearing she’d step on someone or something, Lucky discovered Madame Xuo the No Longer Silent.

I couldn't find my voice; I was too scared. Petrified of him. I hated that. "Talk!" he commanded in the same tone he'd used on the others. So not human. I felt his other hand trap me in, now with both fists on each side of my face. I didn’t dare to open my eyes. And say what, you psychopath?! "I don't know what you're talking about," I barely heard myself. When silence fell above us for a few minutes, I dared to open my eyes, and God, I wish I didn’t.

But we needed answers. "Silas, stop!" I shouted. I didn't use my human voice. I unleashed a fraction of the Luna Voice, the dual-frequency vibrating off the iron walls. Silas froze, the blade an inch from the assassin’s neck. His chest was heaving, his crimson eyes wide and wild, fighting the overwhelming biological urge to slaughter anything that threatened his mate. He looked at me, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. I stepped out from behind his shadow.

And suddenly I realise something. --- Realisation Xavier likes hearing me laugh. --- Dangerous Knowledge Very dangerous. --- The City Below For a while, we simply stand together. No pressure to fill the silence. No expectations. Just presence. --- Comfort I've never understood how comforting silence could be until him. --- My Thoughts Because silence with the wrong person feels lonely. Silence with Xavier feels safe. --- Xavier Speaks Suddenly "Do you regret it?" --- My Heart Pauses The question catches me off guard. ---

The First Silence freezes. The Hollow’s darkness trembles violently. Even the Unmade looks confused. Because none of them caused this Then A single human voice echoes across all existence Weak. Terrified. Crying “Can anyone hear me?” My blood turns cold instantly. Because that voice Wasn’t cosmic It was human And somehow It came from beyond reality itself

Lydia's voice trembled with anger and fear as she confronted the intimidating Silas. "Then, who do you think you are to strike her?" Silas met Lydia's reddened face with a cold gaze and remarked, "Do you believe your facelift and Botox will absolve you of your actions?"

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.