Silent Voice X Face Novels & Stories

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!"

Geneva did not wait for him to give her another dose of silence before continuing, "you wouldn't do anything to me, right? Not today or any other night right?" She wiped the sweat on her nose as she held her breath waiting for him to speak. He chuckled. Her heart, frozen with uncertainty, thawed and melted away with that breezy sound. Without knowing, she had already supported her raised body with her elbow. She wanted to see how his stoic face would transform at the production of such a heart stopping sound. Unfortunately, she was too late. His face was the same stone self as before even with his eyes closed and there was no hint that he had produced such a sound. Just like the day she had

No flicker. Still… The silence screamed louder than anything else.

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

"Choke on the pathetic bloodline you built." He does just that—gargling, sputtering, choking around it—his one good eye bulging, tears spilling down his cheeks in thick streaks. My dick twitches at the pain on his face. Fucking beautiful. War steps closer, arms crossed, his eyes full of the hatred we both share for the sick bastard in front of us. But he remains silent. When Silas's face starts turning purple, I leisurely remove the cock and set it back on the desk.

It was a song—a raw, wordless cry that came from both halves of her soul. Light and shadow burst from her body, swirling upward in ribbons of gold and black. The air trembled. The stillness cracked. From far below, the Heart responded, pulsing in rhythm with her voice. Then the darkness shuddered. The ground split. The First Silence had heard her. --- The Face of Nothing A shape rose from the horizon—not of flesh or light, but absence. A vast distortion that bent reality around it. Where it passed, sound died, air stopped moving, light vanished.

Bleeding. SILENCE

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right