Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

“No one said you did. But there’s power in knowing when to speak and when to be silent.” “I’m tired of being quiet.” She turned to face him. “I understand. But sometimes, silence is the strongest answer.” He didn’t reply. That night, as he lay on his mattress, staring at the ceiling, he whispered to himself. “I don’t want to forget. But I don’t want to hurt either.” And sleep took him. --- Back in the city, Matteo found Jax in an abandoned shack near the industrial border. He knocked once. “It’s me.”

She continued to step back as she flicked a questioning eye to Blade for just a moment, not able to form any sort of words to ask what was going on. By keeping Xana’s focus on him Blade allowed Silas to move around her to step up behind her so that as she takes one more step backward she steps into his chest. Silas wraps his arms around her chest and waist as he leans down and whispers next to her ear. “Just relax baby, and this will be over before you know it.” Without giving her a chance to object Blade steps in front of her, sliding his hand on her cheek and whispering. “I have wanted to do this… Forever!…”

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

"Don't just shrug, Mr. Silencer. I need you to speak, answer me. Listen, you should answer me, I don't understand this silent language that you seem to know, okay?" He still didn't answer, just kept looking at her amused. "Aaahhh! Stop this, speak something. You know what, you work opposite." "What?" This time he spoke but not for answering her. " Yes, you work opposite. When I want you to stay silent, you speak and when I want you to say something, you go back to being silent. Like before, with my parents, I thought you won't say anything, I wanted you to not say anything but naah, you went up and said everything I didn't want you to but now you are not speaking a single thing when I want y

He opened his mouth to roar, to call his guards to kill me, to scream his defiance at the sky. But nothing came out. Damon’s mouth moved, his throat worked, his chest heaved with effort, but the only sound was the whistling of the wind. I hadn't just silenced him; I had stripped the "concept" of his voice from his body. I had reached into the atoms of his vocal cords and rewritten them into silence.

Silvester left the room with tears streaming down her face. Mr. Silvester, seeing the severity of the situation, summoned Alex and Revilla for assistance. Thirty minutes later, when Alex and Revilla arrived, Eryx remained in the same place. Mr. Silvester escorted Mrs. Silvester away to provide them with privacy. Both Alex and Revilla were taken aback by Eryx's condition. Revilla knelt in front of him and gently touched his shoulder. He hugged her tightly and began to cry, his heart heavy with sorrow. Revilla felt her own heart sink, trying to comfort him while Alex attempted to console him as well.

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

But we needed answers. "Silas, stop!" I shouted. I didn't use my human voice. I unleashed a fraction of the Luna Voice, the dual-frequency vibrating off the iron walls. Silas froze, the blade an inch from the assassin’s neck. His chest was heaving, his crimson eyes wide and wild, fighting the overwhelming biological urge to slaughter anything that threatened his mate. He looked at me, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. I stepped out from behind his shadow.

My voice was tender and a bit shaky. The feeling I got from the silence forced my head slowly up. The hardened face I saw replaced my Shod's sweet face, scared the skin off my body. Without another word, my head dropped down and I gingerly pulled my hand back. The silence was scarier than when he spoke and shouted at me.

Every heartbeat sounded too loud in the thick, dark silence. Rowan’s hands gripped the poker so tightly that his knuckles ached. “Stay close. Stay silent. Stay together,” he whispered, his voice low and firm. “He wants a reaction. Don’t give him one.” Sierra buried her face in his chest. “I… I can feel him,” she whispered. “He’s here… I can feel him!”