Cry Of The Unheard Novels & Stories

A quiet unease I couldn’t explain. Then I heard it. A sound so soft it almost disappeared into the noise. A cry. I froze. For a brief second, my smile faltered. Was that… a child? I blinked, trying to dismiss it. It had to be nothing. Just the noise from outside—the crowd, the reporters, the chaos. But then it came again. Clearer this time. A little girl crying. My heart lurched. The sound was soft, but it carried something sharp inside it—fear, pain… something that reached straight into me.

My laptop is launched across the room, the loud crash from it slamming through equipment and into the wall swallowed by the roar ripping from my throat. I convulse violently from the force of the piercing wail falling past my lips, so long and sorrowful that it tapers off into a silent scream. Heaving in a breath again, another thunderous cry explodes out of me as I grab the closest table and launch that next. My hearing goes after that as if I’m underwater and all sound is diluted. The tide batters into me, drawing me into its clutches and sending me spiraling down into the black pit of despair at the bottom.

he said—voice cracking on the last word, raw and exposed. He walked out—no destination, no plan. Just the door clicking shut behind him, rain soaking through his hoodie in seconds, cold seeping into his bones. Streets were quiet—late enough that only delivery scooters hissed past and night-shift workers hurried under umbrellas. Rain blurred streetlights into halos; puddles reflected neon signs in fractured colors that looked like broken promises. He walked fast—head down, hands shoved deep in pockets—until the city noise faded and he found himself at Westbridge’s empty stadium.

I threw my head back and I howled like I’d never howled before. A raw, unfiltered cry tore from my soul. At first, the sound was small, strangled, barely a whisper against the wind. But then it grew—raw, aching, a cry of grief and longing that tore through the night. It wasn’t just a howl. It was a confession. A surrender. I howled for my family, for my pack, for her. For everything I had lost and everything I would never have. The sound echoed into the night, swallowed by the wind and snow, as I laid my soul bare under the watchful gaze of the moon.

Everthing I Want Hycinth The water pounded onto my skull, hot and burning. Steam billowed in the space around me, clouding the air and fogging up the transparent glass walls, making it impossible to see through them. Not that I could see anyway. My eyes were red and puffy, swollen from my tears. I listened to the sound the water made coming out of the shower head. It echoed in my ears, resounding with its own heartbeat in my head. I was desperate for it to drown out all of my other senses -to make me numb. I wanted to forget what I'd just seen...what I'd just heard. The tortured wails of a shewolf, unfathomable, heart-wrenching cries of pain ripping from her throat. Her mate, on his knees, c

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to

His hands clawing at the edges. Trying to climb out. Failing. Again. And again. My chest tightened. I couldn’t look away. He looked… lifeless. But not dead. Trapped. Struggling. I could hear him. A faint sound. A cry. Then louder— Screaming. Not just his. Others. Voices. Many voices. Echoing. Overlapping. Distorted. “Bete…” A whisper. Then again… “Bete…” Louder this time. Closer.

Nathan’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, his words barely audible through his choked sobs. The dam of emotion that had been holding back for so long burst forth, and he collapsed onto his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. His cries, deep and anguished, filled the room and echoed off the walls, a raw testament to the years of pain and torment he had endured in silence. Each gasp was jagged, each sob a note of grief mixed with the fragile hope that justice was finally within reach.

Her body flinched—just once—but then melted into mine like she’d been holding herself up for too long and finally gave in. And that was when I heard it. Her cry. Her actual voice. It was low, ragged, not quite formed into words, but it was there. The sound of grief. Of pain. Of her. My heart thudded in my chest. God. I didn’t know what to do with that sound. I didn’t know if I should be relieved or broken all over again. It felt like hearing someone speak after a lifetime of silence. Tears stung the corners of my eyes.

Rachel pov I could not stop crying. It was not the kind of crying that comes quietly and fades after a few minutes it was violent it was uncontrollable it was the kind that drags from the deepest part of your soul and tears you open from the inside My body was still weak from surgery. My stitches burning every time I moved, but none of that,compared to what I had just seen. My babies, my innocent little babies tied down, crying their tiny bodies shaking in fear while someone raised a whip against them.