Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

Sydney uttered, reminding her of their maternal relationship. But Denise just raised her left eyebrow, grinning, “She would’ve thought of that before leaving and running away with her so-called first love,” Meticulous, slower-paced manner of music echoed along the walls. Sounds of the cello, the violin, and the acoustic guitar, making the crowd dance in accompaniment. And Denise was not an exception even though she doesn’t want to.

Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list. "You may not be able to mindlink me, but now you can call." Kelvin wiped the tears that are now freely rolling down the younger boy's cheeks. It's the thing Kinsley hated about himself. His uniqueness. He can't communicate with any of his pack members through their pack link. He had taken his wolf form when he was twelve, but still, he couldn't talk to anyone through the secret line called the pack link. "Thank you,” he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly.

I smiled and started to strum my guitar and played an acoustic version of Dream it Possible by Delacey. I roamed my eyes at the whole place. Some are still not paying attention and are busy whispering with the person beside them, some are glancing at me and sings along as I sang the lyrics...but the same man with a pair of amethyst colored eyes is what I caught. He is staring at me, and then his eyes dropped at my guitar. He glanced at the geeky-looking man beside him and whispered something, and then glimpsed at me again. It felt weird because when our eyes locked, my voice trembled and became flat. I didn't hit the exact note! It was very rare, I normally make sure that I am hitting the no

The initial notes emerged, soft as a stream, melodious and soaring like the clouds, drawing everyone into a heavenly world. The entire hall was enchanted by the music; an unusual silence pervaded the space, with only Ethan's music resonating, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility, stirring emotions within the hearts of the listeners. Ethan's ethereal presence, untouched by the dust of the world, created an enchanting scene. Valerius Evander was moved by the music, his mind swept away by each melody. The tune seemed to touch long-forgotten memories, evoking a wave of emotion, reminding him of past times and bygone days that could never return.

I sat beside him, dressed in silk and pearls, but I might as well have been draped in silence. Then the music changed. The room quieted, hushed like a held breath. A string quartet began, slow and deliberate, a deep cello drawing the first note like a blade from its sheath. Violins followed, high and eerie, almost mournful, or maybe it was how I felt deep down. Beneath it all, a single drumbeat pulsed low, steady, and slow. It was a song for a ceremony, not joy. Beauty with weight behind it.

[The Final Architecture] The music box did not merely play; it bled. The melody—a fragile, minor-key lullaby—coiled through the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite, filling the spaces between the basalt walls with a sound that should have been impossible. It was a phantom vibration from a dead mother’s lips, a sequence of notes that existed only in the private cells of Ivy’s memory.

For a brief second I simply stared at the screen before answering. "Hello." The moment her voice reached my ear, the world around me faded. There was no distorted voice anymore, no mechanical filter, nothing but her real voice, soft, smooth, and unbelievably beautiful. My fingers instinctively tightened around the phone as something erupted inside my stomach. I had imagined what Nyelle's voice would sound like countless times, but reality was even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. So this was her voice. The woman everyone believed was mute had been speaking all along, and hearing her for the very first time made my chest tighten with emotions I couldn't put into words.

Taking a moment to steady himself, he called gently, "Honey, are you in there? I'm sorry for what happened today. I was wrong. Please, open the door. All I need is a chance to explain and make things right. "Honey, I know I haven't been there for you lately. I regret what I said yesterday. Will you come out and talk to me?" But inside the room, there was nothing but silence. Carter assumed I was just angry. He stood outside, apologizing for everything he'd done over the past year. Half an hour passed, but still, there was no reply. His throat had gone dry from speaking. His voice broke with each word, choked by unshed tears. Inside, the room remained eerily silent.

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