Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

Wolves are fighting to prove their worth, their strength, their right to stand among the pack’s elite. What place did a mute girl have in a place like that? My hands clenched against the thin blanket. I wanted to scream, but the only sound that left my lips was the silence I had known my entire life. By dawn, the house was already awake. I could hear the muffled clatter of pots from the kitchen, the low hum of my mother’s voice. She always hummed when she cooked—something sweet on the surface but sharp when you listened too closely, like she hummed to keep from saying what she truly thought.

I wasn’t nearly as learned or as trained as anyone in this room. Selene’s scoff cut through the silence. “This is a joke.” Kael’s voice dropped. “Watch yourself.” “She can’t even speak, Kael. How is she supposed to sit on a council?” I clenched my fists at my sides. I’d heard worse. But my wolf stirred, restless under my skin. “Or is this about the bond?” Selene’s smile sharpened. “You’d let a mute, decapitated girl sit here just because she warms your bed?”

Even Lucio, his wolf, was over eager just to be near her. “Hm,” Alpha Markus sat back, observing the group before him as he considered the new knowledge. She couldn’t speak? Finding his Luna’s sister had taken so much of their resources, but finding that she was mute, that had to be the Goddess rewarding him for his dedication to the cause. If they hadn’t heard the rumours that Lisette’s parents had escaped the massacre, they would never have found the young girl sitting before him. “Well, even so, she’ll want to see her sister today. I’ll introduce them after dinner, I should think,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard. She nodded emphatically at his words. “Very well then, afte

“ 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.

Although looked a bit funny, he seemed unperturbed. Melainy was unusually quiet on the way back, carrying her Minnie Mouse toy tightly. It started to drizzle when the car drove out of Woodland, then the rain became heavier. The humid green in Mandai area filled Melainy’s sight. Vincent turned on the music player. A slow music piece started to play, sad, gloomy, melancholy. The screen displayed “The Departure - Max Richter”. Melainy sat still watching the wipers moving, without saying a word for the whole journey.

"I need guidance. This isn't a melody I recognize." Liora, her voice gentle, advised, "Don't try to recognize it. Feel it. Let it guide your fingers." Taking a deep breath, Isolde began to strum, and a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the clearing. As the song progressed, Ezra joined, harmonizing with his voice, while Niamh began a soft rhythmic beat that mirrored the heartbeats of every being present. The mirrored army, compelled by the tune, began to falter. Their aggressive stance wavered, replaced by expressions of confusion and recognition.

Zosha looked me dead in the eyes and shrugged. “This melody…” He said in a velvety soothing voice. Azum gently placed his hands over his ears. “Moonlight sonata…” he tapped his cheeks gently with his fingers. “Moonlight sonata, intertwined with the delicate harmony of Fur Elise... similar, but unique. The legato, the chorus, the verses…” He inhaled deeply. His brows drew in feverishly, in what looked like a sad but inspiring expression. As if his muse was before him in his mind, behind his closed eyes.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The note that called to them was unlike any they had heard before. It wasn't a cry of pain or a song of joy. It wasn't even a single note. It was a cascade, a complex, interwoven tapestry of sound that felt less like music and more like… a conversation. A thousand different voices, all speaking at once, yet creating a strange, chaotic harmony. It was the sound of a civilization that thought not in melodies, but in layered, simultaneous discussions.