Silenced Synonym Novels & Stories

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.

“You don’t know how difficult it must be for me right now, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Yikes! Even to my own ears that had sounded so cold. The silence that I had been intending to break stretched itself into an even deeper chasm of awkwardness. I sighed. Sandra’s voice was very soft when she finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I sounded presumptuous. Of course I have no idea what it feels like to be in your shoes… I was just trying to empathize with you because you’re my best friend. I am sorry if I offended you though babe. It wasn’t my intention in any way.”

I flattened myself into the shadows just as two guards passed, their voices dripping with arrogance. "The mute’s pretty when she’s angry," one snorted. "Too bad she can’t scream." My jaw tightened so hard I tasted blood. They laughed as they walked away, unaware they’d spoken their last words in peace. My rage wasn’t hot—it was cold. Measured. Precise. I had swallowed my silence like a blade for too long, allowing them to mistake it for weakness. But silence did not surrender. Silence was strategy. They thought my voice was gone. But they had no idea how loud I could be without ever saying a word.

In the five years since I left him, I experienced a kind of love and respect he could never give me, a life where someone would lay the best of the world at my feet and tell me to take my pick. As the others looked on in stunned silence, I pushed his check away and replied coolly, "Thanks, but no thanks. We’re not that close anyway." Aiden’s face darkened in an instant. He grabbed my wrist, his voice sharp and cold. "What’s that supposed to mean? Wren, I’m telling you, don’t push it. If this gets out of hand, it’s not going to end well." His friends chimed in from the sidelines. "Yeah, Wren, now’s not the time for a tantrum. Careful, or Aiden might really drop you."

​The silence of the cell was absolute, a heavy and suffocating weight that felt like it was pressing the very air out of my lungs. I lay on the cold, sterile floor, Silas’s parting words echoing in my mind like a rhythmic drumbeat. Stop my heart. It was a classic Sovereign technique—the "Death-Sleep" used by the ancient queens of the North to survive the Great Frost or to hide their presence from trackers. But it required a level of internal control and mental stillness that I had never truly mastered. I had always been the fire, the storm, and the explosion. I didn't know how to be the still, frozen lake beneath the ice.

The attack vanished. The Second Silence staggered backward. Defeated instantly. The city fell silent. Nobody could believe what they had witnessed. The Architect looked toward Nova. Its voice remained calm. "Do you understand now?" Nova stared. "What?" The Architect spread its arms. "The Silences were never meant to be free." The words echoed heavily. "They were tools." A pause. "Broken tools." The Third Silence struggled to stand. Fury burning in his eyes. The Second Silence looked equally furious. Even the unseen First Silence reacted.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

"I didn't get to see my pup one last time. I wasn't even there with her when she was buried. Sandy, do you really hate me that much? You even hid my pup's death from me!" Mom seemed to have lost the strength to argue with him. She just said impassively, "Check your phone. See how many calls I made to you and how many messages I sent. You refused to take my calls or answer my messages, and now you're accusing me of hiding it from you?" "That's impossible! I didn't get any calls or messages on my phone—" He seemed to think of something, and he immediately turned pale. He took out his phone, trembling. As he had expected, he discovered that Mom's number had been blocked.

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.