Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

His usually calm face was tense, and his usually distant eyes now stared at me with alarming intensity. “What are you doing here? This area is off-limits!” He scolded me, his voice barely a hiss. My mind, fueled by adrenaline and pent-up rage, fired into action. “What are you doing here?” I snapped, my voice trembling but firm. “Are you helping Aldric and Lauren? Or are you going through the Silenced's files?” His grip loosened, his expression transforming from anger to utter shock. “The... the Silenced? What are you talking about, girl?” He asked in denial, but his denial didn't sound convincing; it sounded terrified.

Lydia's voice trembled with anger and fear as she confronted the intimidating Silas. "Then, who do you think you are to strike her?" Silas met Lydia's reddened face with a cold gaze and remarked, "Do you believe your facelift and Botox will absolve you of your actions?"

The First Silence freezes. The Hollow’s darkness trembles violently. Even the Unmade looks confused. Because none of them caused this Then A single human voice echoes across all existence Weak. Terrified. Crying “Can anyone hear me?” My blood turns cold instantly. Because that voice Wasn’t cosmic It was human And somehow It came from beyond reality itself

I raise my head to look him straight in the eyes through the mirror right in front of us and I grin wickedly. His eyes widens and my grin widen even more before turning into a sinister laughter, he shivers. “Who the hell do are you? Do you know who I am? I will have you killed” he rushes to say clearly frightened by my muscular and tattooed body but trying to act tough and less intimidated by me but I could perceive the fear coming from him and I close my eyes briefly breathing it in, “Fanculo” Fuck. I mouthed in delight. Normally I go straight into killing my victim but I felt like playing around with this one “ Ever heard of the name Silenzio?” I say with the same wicked grin. His knees bu

For a long time. “I WAS AFRAID.” Are you still? The ancient entity looked toward Elena. Lucas. Elias. The worlds. “YES.” The small light answered: Me too. The Silence began to cry. Not metaphorically. Actual tears rolled down its human face. Elena stared. The newborn consciousness continued: Can we be afraid separately? The Silence laughed. A broken, unfamiliar sound. “YES.” The individualization count accelerated beyond measurement. Millions. Billions. Trillions.

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.

Scott, covered with blood, was arrested by the police. At the station, he didn't say a word. When someone tried to wash the blood from his face, however, he screamed in agony, as if he was being flayed alive. "No! Don't take Wendy from me! Don't touch my face! Get away, get away!" As the blood flowed down the drain… Scott's heart stopped beating too.

His body flew backward and hit the ground hard, landing a few feet away. I was pulled into a warm embrace. It was Ryan. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice tight with worry. "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head. Ryan let out a breath and wrapped his arm around me, turning to leave. Philip staggered up from the floor and lunged at me again. "Grace, don't go!" Laila stood frozen when she first saw my face. She then snapped out of her daze and rushed forward to block him. "Philip! You've got the wrong person. Grace is dead! She just looks like her. Pull yourself together!"

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.

No, this time if he tried to touch her then he would be meeting a different Sila. Adrian raised his hand and touched her lower lip. “I always wondered what your fear would look like,” he said with a soft smile. “I imagined screaming, maybe even begging. But this, this silence? It’s beautiful. You have no idea what your silence and this new version of you is doing to me, Sila.” Sila narrowed her eyes. “This new Sila can burn you alive, Adrian. So beware. This time you won't get away from this!” She spat.