A Silent Voice X Novels & Stories

If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me. Right now, I have no option. “I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain outside. “Why do this?” I'm not sure what I'm wanting out of this conversation. There is no way he's going to talk back to me, since he’s a Silent, trained to never open his mouth to anyone. He would rather die for his cause then even acknowledge me for a second. At this point, I'm just buying time, while my mind clambers to think of a way to get out of this.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

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.

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.

but the reality was a plush, silent room and a voice, a stranger's voice, that had just greeted me from the shadows. "Comfortable?" it asked. It was a man's voice, deep, smooth, and utterly calm. It held no identifiable accent, just a polished, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate in my lower belly. "Yes," I breathed out, my own voice sounding small and shaky in the vast quiet. "Good. My name is Silas. For tonight, I am your guide. Your only guide. You will see nothing. You will be led only by my voice and by touch. Do you understand?"

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

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

***************** The silence behind Aiden’s eyes is heavy, a physical weight pressing against the base of his skull. For years, ever since the wolf Voice first whispered in his blood, he has carried this uncertainty—a jagged shard of confusion he can’t swallow. He should be happy to hear it, to know the beast is there, but the Voice has been nothing but a mute observer lately. No visions, no guidance, just the unsettling sensation of being watched from the inside. He stands in the doorway of King Damian’s private chamber, the air thick with the scent of musk and old leather, and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

His lilac irises flared, burning so brightly that they nearly swallowed the whites of his eyes. “A Lunairs heir can’t speak? Unbelievable!” he growled, his voice shaking with disbelief and anger. “A Silver Wolf cannot be mute.” His power slammed into the air like a physical force. He commanded. “Speak! It’s your elder’s order!” A hot surge ignited in my chest, like it was something unlocking, tearing through me with molten force. My throat constricted so hard that I clawed at it instinctively. A faint shiver swept over me as my lips parted, a tiny voice slipping out of them in a shaky whisper.