Silent Voice Novels & Stories

He synchronized his breathing with Elion’s. In. Out. In. Out. Elion closed his eyes. He pulled out the notebook one last time. Anomaly 88: The Silence. Fact: Cale traded language for my life. Status: He is mute. Illiterate. But present. He wrote a promise. I will learn to listen to the silence. He put the book away. "Goodnight, Cale," Elion said. Cale squeezed his hand. Once for yes. It was a new language. A simple one.

​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 pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

NARAYA I had never had to learn how to be silent before. I had spent five years learning how to be quiet, which is a different thing entirely. Quiet is choosing your words carefully. Silent is having none at all. Roger drilled me the whole drive to VoxTin. “You don't speak. Not one word, not even to a cleaner who greets you in passing. If anyone asks you something, you nod, or you shake your head, or you point to whatever's in your hand.”

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

" The line went dead, and I lowered the phone , meeting Sienna's eyes across the room, watching the same fierce, unshakable resolve I'd fallen in love with settle back into her expression despite everything we'd just heard together. "They think we're going to be scared into silence." Her voice stayed quiet, steady. "The same way this family's been silencing people for a hundred and forty years running." "Are you scared?" I asked it straight. "Terrified." She held my gaze, steady, unblinking, not looking away for even a second. "But I already told you, Adrian. I am done being the person other people decide things for. If they want silence out of us, they're going to have to come and take it f

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Hendrik sounded slurry. Tears rapidly gathered in my eyes as an unbearable pain pilled in my chest. “N…” I tried to speak between breathes. “Yes, Rin she’s dead, just like you are going to be after I’m done with you, Guess I’m going to be the one responsible for sending you to hell like everyone close to you,” He got on his feet lifting up his weapon. I felt the sharp blades cut through my skin as blood leaked extensively. Melancholy screams escaped my lips. Repeatedly he assaulted my defenseless body until I my voice was lost.