Muted Melodies Novels & Stories

But instead of anger, he chuckled–a rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. His brows arched and amusement danced in his stormy eyes. “Did you just hit me, Kitten?” Heat flooded my cheeks and I frantically shook my head. My fingers curled against the sheets before I lifted them, spelling out a single word in the air. M.U.T.E His amusement faded into something more serious and he stared at me long and hard as if scrutinizing me. Then slowly, he nodded. “Not dumb then. I will call you mute.” his voice was quiet, but the acknowledgement made my throat seize.

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.

Whatever this is, we can work through it. "I am done with the theatrics!" His voice rose sharply enough that the couple at the next table glanced over. He did not seem to care. "Can you not get it through your head? Or does being mute mean you are stupid too? I said I am done, Ava. Done with you. All of this. I cannot fucking take this anymore so there is nothing to work through. You…embarrass me and I am tired of pretending that things are forever going to be a ray of sunshine between us."

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

Then, the golden sun broke through the clouds, and the entire world was covered in brilliant light. It was breathtaking. I sat there, watching the radiant sunrise as my breath grew shallower, and my body became weaker. Until the end, when there was nothing left, my lungs gave out. Leaning in his arms, I took one last look at the man I loved. "Evan, don't cry…" As the sun rose, my trembling hand, caressing his cheek, fell for one last time. "Melody! Melody, wake up! Didn't you say we'd go see the aurora together? Melody!"

"Do not attempt to decipher the message. Simply use the Weave's core frequency to amplify the echo let the Alliance hear the uncertainty Mela has chosen to send." The entire Nexus held its breath. The faint, wavering sound a single, repeating, dissonant chord began to filter through the control center. It was a sound that had no place in the Enduring Harmony; it was the raw, uncalculated sound of the Unsecured Sector, yet it was deliberately patterned with Mela’s discipline.

It was deliberate. Raven whispered, “It’s singing.” Elise nodded, eyes shining. “It’s turning empathy into art.” Sophia closed her eyes and listened. Within the melody, she could feel the Pulse tracing the contours of emotion—sorrow melting into hope, isolation into communion. “This is its evolution,” she said softly. “Not dominance. Understanding.” --- Hours passed before the resonance faded back into quiet. The mirror returned to stillness, but something intangible remained—the air itself hummed faintly, like the residue of a heartbeat.

A girl’s voice humming through cold. “Damn it,” he muttered. He couldn't stop hearing it. --- In her cell, Melodie curled into the straw, fingers still tingling. He had held it. Touched the whistle. It wasn’t enough. Not yet. But something flickered. --- “Tomorrow,” she whispered to herself, “I’ll make another.” ---