Saving My Broken Mute Novels & Stories

He unmute​d the mic. ‌"⁠Sorry, Gio," Lor‌e‌nzo lied sm​oothl​y, hi​s tone perf‍ectly‌ c⁠asual. "We had a⁠ g‍l​itch in the s‍ystem when the Feds kill‍ed th‌e p​ower e⁠arlier. I'm resetting the m‍ainframe now. Come on u​p." "Cop‌y⁠ that,​ Boss⁠. See you in a min​ute."

Unable to break free. "Mav?" I called him, the uneasiness creeping higher, but he didn't respond, nor did he show any slight indication that he had heard me. "Mav, stop. It's okay. I'm sure they've learned their lesson." Again, no response. 'I don't think he can hear you,' Robyn said. 'It seems so.' I answered, pushing more into the shield yet it remained intact.

Aris asked, his brow furrowing. "I'm 'Muting' you," I said. I clicked my fingers. Aris’s mouth moved. His chest heaved as he tried to speak, but no sound came out. He clutched his throat, his eyes wide with a sudden, primal terror. He wasn't being choked; he was being **Un-Rendered**. His voice was no longer a part of the 1998 "Audio-File." "Elara! What have you done to your father!"

"I thought you were dead." Shoving the pains in my joints aside, I lifted my trunk off the bed, and crashed my lips over his. I placed my hand on his chest, and felt his heart beating. Tears of joy rolled out of my sockets in rivers. He took me in his arms gently, circling me into his embrace. The kiss made up for the hours of our conjugation The Mutes took away from us. "All thanks to you. You saved my life. Thank you for giving me a second shot at life." A frown creased my forehead. Orvyn's statement exhumed the remaining portion of the night. An extraneous power consumed me. With it, I killed The Mutes. I revived Orvyn. I passed out cold beside him afterwards.

I was about to lose hope when a corrupted, partially overwritten file appeared before my sight. Just like a glimmer of hope in impenetrable darkness, I hit the play button, praying for a miracle. There was no video or audio for the first two minutes. But then a static buzzed for a few seconds before the voices came through. Muffled, but clear enough to make my blood freeze. “Just make sure that record is clear. Don’t worry, we will pin it on the new Luna and no one will question us.” My heart slammed into my ribs as Jenna whipped around, eyes wide.

My voice broke through the silence that filled the room again, but no one glanced at me. "You mean she wanted the death of my son?" The Luna gasped and sucked her breath while stealing a glance at me. "Luna, she is lying!" I bawled, and a rough booth pounded on my head forcefully that I fell back and struck the ground. "So, this was the reason you saved the vampire!" The Beta who had kicked me with his booth, yelled and kicked my chest again as I tried to sit up, snapping my ribs in the most painful way, that I found it so terrible to breathe or talk. My vision became blurred as a result of the pain.

I groaned frustratedly because the compliment is still there. Iniwas ko ang tingin dahil baka maging totoo pa yung sinasabi ko. Ipag pilitan ko pa ang sarili ko sa kanya. " A-ano " naiinis ako sa sarili ko bakit ako nautal. Please earth open the gates of hell and swallow me right now! " A- ano? " He immitated what I said and of course with the stutter! When I stuttered I sound ridiculous but him sounds sensual. The world is definitely unfair.

Three years of loving someone who looked right through me. And for what? The sound that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. It’s animal, guttural, the kind of grief that lives in your bones and tears you apart from the inside out. I grab the mug—that stupid, thoughtful, devastating mug—and throw it against the wall. It shatters. Navy blue ceramic exploding into a hundred pieces, scattering across my floor like evidence of everything broken inside me. And I’m glad. Glad to see something outside myself destroyed. Glad to watch something else fall apart.

"We have the Gene. We have the power of the thousand." ​"No," I said sharply. "The 'power' is what it wants, Liam. Every time you use your resonance, you’re feeding it. It’s like trying to put out a fire with gasoline. If we’re going to survive this, we have to find the 'Muting' protocol."

The bond didn’t snap. That was the cruel part. It thinned—like a voice heard through water. Present, distorted, unreachable. Iria stood in the center of her quarters, palm pressed to her chest, breathing carefully. Panic would make it worse. Panic always did. This wasn’t absence. This was interference. “They didn’t sever it,” she murmured. “They muted it.” The realization settled cold and precise. Someone had prepared for this. Across the territory, Kael felt the change like static under his skin.