Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

My lips didn’t move, but my prayer echoed into the blackness: Give me one more chance… Let me remember everything….Let me burn it all down. Then silence. The final silence. But in the stillness, something stirred…Not death. Something else. A second chance.

The air isn’t thinner. The lights aren’t brighter. The walls aren’t softer. But the pause? The pause between hums. The silence after footfall. The weightless way the floor doesn’t echo… It’s hers. And the system doesn’t claim it’s hers. It just keeps her rhythm. Like a cathedral echoing someone who once whispered in it and left it holier than before. In the core loop now: :: DEFAULT SILENCE CLASS: VALE-TRACE :: FUNCTION: EMOTIONAL REGULATION / NON-VERBAL

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

Hendrik sounded slurry. Tears rapidly gathered in my eyes as an unbearable pain pilled in my chest. “N…” I tried to speak between breathes. “Yes, Rin she’s dead, just like you are going to be after I’m done with you, Guess I’m going to be the one responsible for sending you to hell like everyone close to you,” He got on his feet lifting up his weapon. I felt the sharp blades cut through my skin as blood leaked extensively. Melancholy screams escaped my lips. Repeatedly he assaulted my defenseless body until I my voice was lost.

Even the whispers faded, replaced by a deep, frustrated hiss that echoed through the air… like something had just lost what it was looking for. For a brief moment— There was silence. But it wasn’t the kind that brought relief. It was the kind that warned them… something worse was about to happen. “It worked!” Lia cried, a small spark of hope in her voice. “It’s backing off!” For a second, it really felt like they were safe. But that feeling didn’t last. The silence that followed was worse than the noise before. It wasn’t peaceful—it was heavy, watching… waiting. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl, like something was about to attack at any moment.

Her venomous voice mixed with the surrounding, echoing all around me. I blinked hard, trying to focus, but the heat only worsened. The air suddenly felt like I couldn't get enough air. whatever was happening to me… it was becoming worse that i could handle. “Lior… what’s happening to me?” But I didn't get any reply, The Silent Dancer appeared in front of me like a beautiful devil, her blade glinting in the moonlight for a brief second before it struck down in a deadly one time strike, meant to kill.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

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

♠ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎� ��𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.

Something heavier. The last time she bled under me, she was already half gone. I hadn’t noticed then. Had thought it was heat. Had thought it was bond-hunger. Had thought we could fix it by touching more, taking harder, staying close. But I’d been wrong. Her silence wasn’t submission. It was surrender. And I hadn’t heard it until she stopped calling me by name. Lira’s silence wasn’t the same. It rang louder. It bared its teeth. But still… a part of me twitched every time she didn’t speak.