Mute Musician Novels & Stories

He's gotten wiggly in the last couple of months. She quirks an eyebrow at me. "So are you going to tell me why some random kid came up and got a selfie with you?" "It happens sometimes because of my job." She gives me a confused look. "He asked for my autograph. I'm a soccer player. I play for the Mutiny. The kid was just excited to meet a professional player." Quincy sits up straight, like she's shocked by my revelation, but she recovers quickly. "That explains the overly muscular calves, I guess."

Izanagi, our guitarist with bleach blonde hair held up a fist to his chest then the sky, it was a silent tribute. "Thanks, Kagami!" Gen's eyes were full of tears, he's our drummer but he's always the first to cry. He used to have a mohawk, but his girlfriend convinced him to shave it off so now he's bald. "We love you, man!" Utaka waved with both arms, his strawberry blonde hair fluttering in the wind, he was half french and had the energy of a chipmunk but his piano playing oddly filled those listening to it with rapture. "We'll never forget youuuu!"

The music itself was pleasant enough, and the finale featured Caleb, playing up the gimmick of his recently restored hearing for all it was worth. I remained indifferent until a familiar melody reached my ears. That piece had been named after me, "Carolina." Janessa beamed with joy as she announced, "Caleb told me that during the three years we were apart, he never stopped thinking about me. Today, I'm here to announce that we're officially back together. "This piece is proof of our love. As for a certain somebody who tried to take my place, I hope you're listening. You're about to find out who he really loves."

He asked. She replied without turning his way, "I'm adding a musician to the blade rage roster." Tim raised an eyebrow. "So, now you want to recruit a musician?" "Or maybe a harpist? Or a flutist?" She talked to herself. "I think music makes rum, ale, basically anything go down better. Coulr also lep liven up the team." Rev, he thought. Though you may be our leader you're still one spoiled, cheeky girl. "Sometimes you say the wildest thing, Rev."

"This letter is getting too long so i want to stop now. Oh, one more thing. You were mute when I met you, when the pack met you. We all accepted you and that isn't going to change now. You will always be my mute luna, our mute luna. We love you. Walk through the darkness to the light not against it and I will always be by your side. Also, please tell Emerson to stop seeing that redhead boy before i banish him" Streams of tears ran down her cheeks and she did nothing to stop it. "Remember, you decline yourself happiness if you decline yourself sadness".

I bowed my head and waited for whatever he was going to tell me. “Don't get your hopes up, mute. Put yourself together because I know exactly what's going on in your mind right now and trust me when I say that's never going to happen,” He frowned and I sighed. My hopes were dashed again. “Since you're mute, I'm not really going to waste my time with you. The only thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that you can hear me and so, I wouldn't have to stress myself while talking to you today,” He paused and moved closer than bent to look into my eyes. “You're the only one who isn't affected by the kind of power I have, and I think it's because we're mates,” I facepalmed.

Just me, Ramon, and the music. The soft candlelight bathes the room and glows over the polished surface of the piano. Ramon sits beside me, his presence steady and reassuring, his crimson eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. I hover my fingers over the keys, take a deep breath, and begin to play. The melody flows effortlessly, its cheerful notes filling the air. It’s light and bright, each note lifting my spirit as if carrying me to a place untouched by pain or fear. The music feels like an extension of me now, a secret language I’ve only just discovered but somehow know intimately.

Who taught others how to make burner accounts to post anonymously? "Every piece of verified evidence you provide means moving your name one place up the defendant list. At 5:00 pm, submissions close. "The person whose name is still at the very bottom will be responsible for 12.5 million dollars in compensation and all associated criminal charges." I scanned the faces in front of me—ashen one second, then flickering with something menacing the next—and added, "Good luck."

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

A guy in sunglasses holding the mic hollers, “ONCE AGAIN! LUNA PUER WOLF WINS!” Louder and frantic screaming reverberated. “FUCK YEAH!!!” “ANIMALS!” “ELDRIC JAMES A WOLF-SHIFTER OF THE LUNA PUER PACK JUST SHREDDED HIS SEVENTEENTH KILLS!” “GODDAMN MONSTER!!” “SEND IN A HUMAN THIS TIME!” “THE BET IS UP TO TWO MILLION DOLLARS FOR LUNA PUER WOLF!” In a glass box, Nicole sits. A cold smile plastered into her lips. She looks up to the waiter, “Send in the other Luna Puer Wolf… Kai James.”