Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes. The Utterance did not speak the Original Language. Instead, it did something it had never done in nine billion years of existence. It hummed. A simple, warm, impossibly ancient melody that had no words, no structure, no mathematical perfection. Just a lullaby. The lullaby that the universe's oldest consciousness had been singing to itself in the dark for nine billion years, waiting for someone to hear. The three objects resonated.

It doesn't look like something that belonged to my family either. She finds the small silver key on the side and gives it a slow turn. The mechanism groans for a second, a dry, metallic protest, and then the music begins to play. It’s a haunting, melancholic melody—a lullaby that feels like it’s being pulled from the bottom of a well. The notes are slow, crystalline, and oddly discordant. The moment the first few bars hit the air, the world tilts.

The melody carried a soft ache, delicate yet commanding, weaving through the air with haunting elegance. Each note trembled with emotion, rising and falling like a confession whispered too late. It wasn't loud, yet it filled every corner of the hall, vibrating against marble walls and sinking straight into the chest. It felt like longing. Like regret. Like devotion wrapped in restraint. Soon enough, as the final note lingered, James transitioned seamlessly into another piece. This time, the orchestra joined in, cellists, pianists, and violins swelling together in harmony, layering the music into something richer, deeper, almost overwhelming.

Archfiend Antigonus had a proud expression on his face as he sneered at Lute Belle, "I already said that you would not be able to escape me today. You should give up." Lute Belle bit her lips and did not respond. She knew that if she continued to fight, she would be putting herself at more disadvantage as time went past. She no longer wanted to prolong the fight. She held the lute tightly with her delicate hands and activated her fairy soul to emit a few melodies. Lute Belle had created those melodies recently; they were called the Mortal Melodies. They contained power beyond one's imagination and could be regarded as her trump card. She had not wanted to reveal her trump card so soon, but s

The church bells in the distance chimed twelve times, each heavy toll echoing in the silent night. For the first five minutes, nothing happened. I started to wonder if NocturneNotes was just messing with me, like the other Redditors. Then, in the seventh minute, I heard it. A faint, tiny sound. Crunch. Like something biting into something hard. The sound was coming from the red gift box. I held my breath, staring at the tree. The gift box was swaying slightly on its branch, and the swaying was getting stronger. Crunch, crunch.

How did I forget I was still in class? I raised my hand to tell him that I was listening and he carried on with the class. "If it was any of us who did that, he would have sent us out of the class already." "Exactly. I don't know what is so special about her." "They are always being careful with her, because she is mute. Who caused it, wasn't she the one? Why do we have to suffer and she gets to enjoy." Ahh, yes the murmurs haven't stopped either. The only time they don't murmur is when I'm walking through the hallway or I'm with Lucien.

Charlotte greeted her with an easy smile, then added with feigned surprise, "Why didn't you call and let me come get you? Oh, right. I forgot you can't speak." She said it casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Nissa tugged the corner of her lips into a polite, silent smile and sat down. Charlotte suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, I ran into Benjamin's uncle yesterday. He mentioned how much they expected you two to have a baby." The atmosphere at the table froze instantly. Benjamin scoffed and said, "I'm not letting a mute give birth to my child. What if it turns out mute too?"

she told Lucas. Lucas hesitated for a moment before letting a heavy sigh and heading to the small room to sit in front of the piano. He took another look at the sheet music, took a breath and closed his eyes. The three artists could finally hear the sweet melodies coming from the other room. It was the same music they've been hearing for the last days but something was different. The sound caressed their faces like the gentle morning breeze, it passed through their ears gently and delicately, erasing all the sad things they heard and replacing them with sweetness.

Blood griping on the old carpet. “YOU MAD?!” he yelled. I opened my mouth to find the words I could use for my apology but for some reason my mouth, soul and body wouldn’t let me. At that instant every word he spoke afterwards were mute. My body was now acting without my command. Before I knew it, I was seated before the mirror with all these glitters on my face. All my bruises had seemed to vanish, but the burning pain on my face never left me. I hopelessly watched my face being turned into a clown.

My eyes flew open. The world was a haze of antiseptic whites and blaring machines. The pungent sting of antiseptic burned my nose, along with the agony firing through each bone in my body. I tried to talk, to yell, but what emerged was a broken rasp. No voice. No sound.