Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

Every second. My pen glided smoothly over the thick pad of paper. This wasn’t my domain, this shit, but I was gonna try it anyway. Just like Conor said to me once, if you’ve got the words inside you, somethin’ you gotta say without actually saying it, then this is how you do it. You live it, breathe it, feel it, play it, and then you sing it. You sing it to the whole goddamn world, while knowing the whole time the words you can’t really say are meant only for one person.

“Now, tone. The second rule. Never raise your voice unless you want to lose control. Lower it. Make people lean in to hear you. That’s how you win ground without stepping forward.” She gestured. “Say something simple. Anything.” I swallowed. “Like what?” “Say his name.” I hesitated. “West.” “Again, but slower. With purpose. No begging, no tremor. Own it.” I did. “West….” The way it came out startled me not soft, not desperate, but calm. Nora smiled faintly. “Better. The sound of your voice carries your confidence. Never forget that.” I almost laughed. “You make it sound like witchcraft.”

His voice moved across the torn clearing like sound moves through water — not fast and not loud but reaching everything regardless, filling the available space without effort and arriving at the edges of the field with the same weight it had carried at the center, which was the quality of a voice that has been used to making itself heard across distances that required it to carry something beyond volume. I stepped forward before any wolf behind me could shape a response that would have told him something about us, and my stepping forward was itself the response, the only one the moment could use. "I am enough," I said, and I put into the four words exactly what they needed to carry and nothi

She stepped forward, her voice projecting strength and resilience. "Let this be a reminder to all of us," she began, her voice carrying authority. "Our words have the power to lift others up or tear them down. Let us choose kindness, empathy, and respect in our interactions. We are a pack, bound together by a shared purpose and a common goal." As her voice echoed through the ballroom, Amelia could feel the tension begin to dissipate. The atmosphere shifted, transformed by her words and the realization that their actions had consequences. She had taken a stand not only for herself but for everyone who had been subjected to judgment and ridicule.

Her hands shook with anger, her carefully painted nails aimed like daggers at him. I raised a hand, cutting through the rising cacophony. “Be quiet,” I said, my voice calm, almost lyrical. “You want to test limits? Then test them. But every word you speak, every action you take here today, carries consequences you cannot imagine. You’ve already begun, haven’t you?” I let the words sink, letting each syllable drip with cold amusement.

Professional, maybe like doctors when they want to break down a terrible news. It wasn’t fair how easily he took command of the space. His voice always had this way of settling over everyone, like no matter what he was teaching, it mattered. And it still did. Even now, when every word stabbed a little. He paced the front slowly, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his notes. “In the brain language, we don’t just look at how words are said, but why they’re said. Meaning is built not just from the sounds, but from the context. From the silence between the words.”

With Trayton… I believe that you should not waste your words on people that deserves your silence. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is nothing at all. But the question is do I waste what could be my final breathe to continue arguing with this girl or do I keep quiet and hope that for some reason Ava will walk through that door. Alexa ~“Did the cat caught your tongue?” Trayton ~“I am trying not to breathe the same air as you. Just in case whatever disease you have is contagious, after all look at the three idiots around you.”

In that seemingly small gesture, a tide of emotions surge through me, instilling it with deepest meaning. "Please," I pleaded, the words escaping my lips like an intense prayer. My voice carried the weight of longing and desperation. "Angel, I beg you. Let me hear your voice again. I want to hear your melodic tones, to feel your presence through your words. Just one single sound..." My voice faltered, the intensity of my emotions almost overwhelming me. Summoning a deep breath, I steadied myself and continued, "...to make sure you understand what I'm saying, that you notice my existence."

“I beg your pardon?” I stand and look shocked at the male before me. “I don’t want my mate to bow before me. You are my equal. You shouldn’t now before me.” He says with a smirk. “But I…” there are very few times in my life when I’ve been speechless so it’s a rare occurrence. I don’t like not having something to say. Raymond Darla said ‘words are weapons stronger than ones that breaks bone’. Words are important and amazing, I pride myself on having and infinite labyrinth of words, and yet in this moment I have none.

I started, my voice was so low that I could immediately smell his disgust when he heard it, “whatever you’re going to say….” “I’d advise you to not only think before letting those words out of your mouth but to also keep your voice down.” I finished. Eren’s eyes turned dark at once, all the emotion he had been trying but failing to suppress all spilled out in one powerful energy enough to make my wolf pace.