A Silent Voice X Novels & Stories

Her voice shook as she looked at Shiloh. "Shiloh, please don't be mad at me. I never meant for Zach to die." Before, Shiloh would've broken down. She would've screamed through tears, demanding to know why Manuel kept protecting the woman who got their son killed. Now, she said nothing. She lay there with her eyes closed, like she was asleep. Her face was pale. She looked painfully thin. From the doorway, she seemed painfully fragile. A dull ache settled in Manuel's chest.

Prince Xander rubbed his eyes. The sword in his hand was tightly gripped. The voice kept calling out to him. He walked slowly looking for the origin of the voice. The sound of a night bird in the tree, just above his head, surprised him. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He took another step carefully. The sound of the dry leaves being trampled on made him hold his breath. He tried to avoid even the smallest dry branches. The light of the full moon helped him see quite well. "Prince Xander Reenan! Prince Xander Reenan!" The voice echoed through the middle of a very silent forest. Instantly, the hair on his neck got goose bumps. The voice drew closer. When he paus

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

Bleeding. SILENCE

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

Even the Heart came, its glow faint but steady, pulsing in rhythm with what remained of the Moons. Lunara’s voice carried softly through them all. “This will not be a battle of power. It will be a battle of will. The Continuum thrives when we surrender our sound.” Nareth’s fire burned blue with determination. “Then let’s give them the loudest silence they’ve ever known.” --- The Voice of the Silent Continuum From beyond the dark horizon, a vibration emerged—not a voice, but a presence. It spoke directly into every soul. > You have corrupted the stillness. You have fractured the whole. Return to silence, or be erased.

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.