A Silent Voice X Novels & Stories

“Even her silence chooses me. She doesn’t shield you from doubt. She doesn’t defend you from me. That’s because, deep down, she knows I speak the truth you fear.” Luca’s hand shot up, clutching Amara’s wrist as though her touch might vanish. His voice cracked into a broken whisper. “No… no, Amara, please. Tell me he’s wrong. Tell me this silence doesn’t mean you’re slipping away.” Her throat worked violently. A strangled sound almost broke free. But again, nothing. The chapel filled with the storm of Luca’s ragged breathing, Ethan’s steady calm, and Amara’s unbearable quiet. It was then that Luca realized, silence wasn’t neutral anymore. It wasn’t absence. It had become Ethan’s weapon. And A

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

“You don’t get to say my name like that anymore.” Behind her, the five versions of me began to fade, melting into the air like mist. Only one remained—the silent one. Brandy turned to her and smiled. “You see, Maya, silence is power. You taught me that. But you never learned how to use it.” The silent version walked toward me. Her eyes were empty. I could see my reflection inside them—broken, small, scared. Then she reached out and touched my face. It was like being hit by a memory—flashes of every loss, every moment I’d chosen to stay quiet when I should have screamed.

The hallway is too quiet. No alarms. No footsteps. No resistance. Wrong. I slow. Not because I’m unsure— because this silence is deliberate. Designed. They want me to move fast. They want me to miss something. So I don’t. I stop. Right in the middle of the corridor. Still. Listening. Nothing. Exactly. “Clear path,” a voice crackles faintly from a broken speaker above. Not to me. To them. They’re guiding this.

She didn’t trust her voice, not yet. Silas paced. One hand raked through his hair, the other flexed at his side, restless, too full of things he couldn’t hurl into the room. He hadn’t spoken a word since they left the hall. Not one. “You’re going to rip us apart with your silence,” she finally muttered. He turned. Slowly. His gaze caught hers like a snare. And when he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl: “Better silence than words I can’t take back.”

In a different room. A different life. A speaker made a crackling noise. Static filled the silence. Then a voice. Calm. Deep. One she knew. “You took your time.” Seraphina made a small, broken sound. Silas looked at them. “Who is that?” Neither sister answered. They stared at the screen like kids who opened a door they were told never to touch. The voice kept going. Gentle. Almost like he was smiling. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back here on your own.”

She whispered, “It’s so quiet.” The silence seemed to draw closer, as if it were listening. Vincent growled in frustration. “I don’t like this.” His chest rose and fell rapidly against hers. “It’s too quiet,” he whispered. From somewhere ahead, a voice whispered back—her own voice again. “Shh. Don’t break it. This silence is safe. Don’t you trust it?” Camela froze, her heart racing in her chest. “Vincent…she’s here,” she said.

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. ---

Sophia I awoke with static in my mouth. Not pain. Not breath. Not even blood. Just. silence. Another type. Not the type that exists after screaming or before rain. The type that is like stepping outside of your body and the universe hasn't blinked. A void where sound is supposed to be. Where memory is supposed to be. And then... His voice. Frantic. Distant. Cutting through numbness like a wire scraping sparks. "Sophia." The world came back in pieces.

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸