A Silent Voice X Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I lifted my head, certain it weighed a hundred tons and took a staggering step forward, pulling in my magic as everything slid sideways into darkness. *** "-supposed to take her with us." A male voice punctured the black, echoing in my head as I blinked a few times. Sydlynn, my vampire whispered. Be silent. Silent? Okie dokie. I could do silent. If only the pounding in my head knew what silent meant. Tiny jackhammers of pain worked their way across my skull and settled behind my eyes. Not a sound, she sent, soothing my pain with spirit power. Listen.

She stood there and stared back and didn’t seem to know what to say, either. This silent dance needed a better beat. One he could drive home with his— Finally, she said, pointing to the door, “Do you like the restaurant?” she asked. Her voice as breathless as he felt. Except she was actually talking and he was standing there looking like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing as he tried desperately to get something like a linear thought going. Where the hell was that confidence now? He wasn’t awkward or worried or any of those namby-pamby feelings some guys always described having. It was more that his brain had gone blank at the sight of her and everything but his arousal went

His voice dropped, low and threatening. "You hit me? You've got a death wish, Nissa." Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed soundlessly, like a kitten's whimper. But that only ended up fueling Benjamin's fire. As always, he forced her to turn over, burying her face into the pillow. No matter how she resisted, he did not stop. Just then, his phone rang, loud and insistent. Annoyed, Benjamin answered with a sharp tone, "What?"

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.

It blazed outward, not to destroy—but to restore. The silence shrieked—not with sound, but a fracture in the world. A scream made of cracks. The others braced, blades raised—but Ezra was the only one the silence touched. And this time, he didn’t flinch. --- He walked straight into it. And for a moment—everything disappeared. --- Ezra stood in nothing. No floor. No air. Just absence. Then—he heard it. > A voice. His own. Not speaking. Just existing. Repeating.

“She knows what she’s doing.” That night, the world held its breath. Every light, every current, every machine went still. Then, from every speaker, radio, and static frequency, her voice filled the silence—soft, unbroken, infinite. “To those who survived: remember what silence feels like. Don’t build me again. Let the world breathe on its own.” The message repeated once, then dissolved. Lucia stared at the monitors, tears on her cheeks. “She’s saying goodbye.”

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

He opened his mouth to roar, to call his guards to kill me, to scream his defiance at the sky. But nothing came out. Damon’s mouth moved, his throat worked, his chest heaved with effort, but the only sound was the whistling of the wind. I hadn't just silenced him; I had stripped the "concept" of his voice from his body. I had reached into the atoms of his vocal cords and rewritten them into silence.