A Silent Voice X Novels & Stories

Suddenly, just then, the power died, and darkness swallowed the room whole. Clarissa gasped sharply. I felt her hand reach through the dark, pressing against my arm, then sliding up to my chest. She was trembling. Her breath hitched against me, warm and uneven, grounding me in a moment that felt painfully fragile. Static crawled through the air, low at first, then building like a swarm of insects behind the walls. And then the voice came, coming from everywhere all at once. Every wall, every vent, every hidden speaker embedded in the ceiling vibrated with that distorted tone; a voice with no gender, no warmth, no humanity. A voice filtered through too many layers of technology, stripped of s

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

Emergency meetings. Crisis containment. Damage control. --- The house felt too quiet. Too large. Like silence was gathering strength. --- Her phone rang. Unknown number. She ignored it. It rang again. And again. --- Finally, she answered. Not because she wanted to. Because she refused to feel hunted. --- “Yes?” --- Silence. Breathing. Not heavy. Measured. --- “You should’ve taken the offer.” The voice was male. Calm. Distorted slightly. --- Her spine went rigid.

Nathan squeezed Xavier's shoulder. On the other hand, Sierra is startled when she feels like she heard Xavier's voice. She crawled towards the door, carefully avoiding the dead body as much as she can and strained her ears to the door to confirm that it's not an illusion. "Xavier? Xavier" she cried out with hope and happiness when she confirmed that it's Xavier's voice. For a moment, only silence greeted her. Then heavy footsteps approached the door before she heard the voice of the man who would save her from there.

“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.”

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

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 pressed my hand against his chest. Waiting. Listening. Nothing My Heart Stopped “No…” This time it came out broken. “No, no, no…” My fingers tightened in his shirt. “You don’t get to do this,” I whispered. The Voice Inside Me Was Silent For the first time She didn’t speak. Didn’t interfere. Didn’t analyze. Even she understood “Anna…” The voice came from behind me. Careful. Measured. I Didn’t Turn “If you say anything about sacrifice or necessary loss” My voice trembled.

Sophia We walk in silence, the sounds of the forest enveloping us. The crunch of leaves beneath our feet, the distant call of an owl, the soft whisper of the wind through the trees—these are the only noises that fill the air between us. Yet, the silence isn’t empty. It’s thick, almost alive, vibrating with all the things left unsaid, all the emotions neither of us is willing to voice.