Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

The vulnerability in his voice was unbearable, a mirror of her own. “Then what am I supposed to do?” she whispered. “Stand here in your shadows while the world decides my fate?” He closed his eyes briefly, as though her words were knives. When he opened them, his decision was carved into his face, hard and unyielding. “For now… yes.” The silence that followed was absolute, a canyon neither of them could cross. Lucy’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, fury and grief tangled until she no longer knew which was which.

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

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!”

* 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.*

Aurora’s lips twitched, a fondness glinting in her eyes. "After all these years," she said, stepping closer. She raised a hand and, to everyone's quiet shock, rested it gently against Silence’s cheek. "You've finally come home." Silence closed his eyes briefly, the touch undoing him more than any words could. He grasped her hand gently, as if she would disappear if he dared to hold too tightly. "If you'll have me," he whispered. Aurora’s smile widened. "We always have." There was a crack of emotion in Silence's usually unreadable face, something only those who truly knew him could catch.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

Another triumphant Silent, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I’m almost sure she is one of the Silent’s who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me, and a sinister smile spreads across her face. “Well well, the newbie,” she says tauntingly, retying her dark hair behind her head. “Tell me you all don’t want to see how she does in a fight?”