Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

Henry*** Pain. Cold. Silence. The darkness was absolute—an abyss without end, a chilling maw that consumed every shred of light, every trace of self. Cold seeped into my marrow, and silence pressed against my ears with suffocating weight. Yet, through that oppressive void, a voice—jagged with desperation and laced with dread—fought to reach me, trembling on the edge of oblivion, a lifeline fraying but unbroken. "Henry... Don’t leave me..." Xavier’s voice cracked with anguish, each word trembling with raw fear and unbearable loss, as if his very soul bled through the plea.

Blind once more. But my chest felt lighter. Somewhere in the silence, Xireth’s voice echoed one last time. “Well done, Clarissa. You have faced yourself and not broken. Go on.” And so I did.

Not even Xander. And that silence told me more than any words could.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

No, it's someone! With his eyes that can barely see the person standing in front of him, blocking his sight, he slowly raised his face desperately looking at his face. ‘I can’t see him!’ the guy exclaimed to himself feeling the sudden fear as the guy in front of him suddenly lowered its body to level it to him. “P-philip?” Obviously, the guy was confused after seeing his classmate who is supposed to be dead right now. “Hello Vincent,” the Philip guy said and slowly touched the guy’s chin to make him face him even more.

He blushed as he was congratulated. One spectator from afar didn't like any of it. "Fast. Ingenious. Tsk. But he's still deaf. He's useless."

Only silence escaped me, smacking me hard across my face. Tears stormed down my face as I kept waving, hoping that he would see me before taking any rash step. I called him from the depths of my heart. “Cassian, please look at me.” Hoping for a miracle in the twenty-first century, I was pushing myself forward when all of a sudden, Cassian’s head snapped towards me as if my silent cry had reached his heart. His dark eyes locked into mine, and at that very instant, everything stopped. The shouting, the growls, even the air itself.

I bury my face against his chest, and that's when I realize I can't hear anything. There’s no heartbeat, no breath, no voice. Only silence. He pulls back slightly, brushing tears from my cheek, his lips moving with words I can't hear. I blink, confused. My brows furrow. His mouth keeps moving faster, desperate. But there’s still no sound. My heart skips a beat, and a strange coldness begins to spread through my chest. I shake my head, my lips trembling. "Rhy?" I whisper, though I don't even know if I'm saying it right. I can't hear myself.

I let the silence taste the air for a second. My father’s face shifted, first confusion, then hurt, then the sharp crease of betrayal. Donald’s face was drained of color. Lilith’s hand flew to her mouth as if to catch a scream that wouldn’t form. Xenia froze, her eyes on me like I’d been a blade. I met her gaze and let my mouth be the calm I didn’t feel. Quiet was the loudest thing in that house for a long minute. I just observed with full satisfaction. They both had it coming.