Novel & Cerita Sound Of Silence Voice

I didn't know which was worse, being in the void or being in the silence, just being a part of both. It was suffocating. He was distressing. You only see the gray in front of you or notice the sound of silence, the one that made your voice echo inside you. I was in those few moments where you were in both. Into a gray square that blotted out outside sound. "I'm wide awake And now it's clear to me that everything you see

Panicking, she fiddled with the volume control until the squealing stopped and everything became strangely clear. "How are they?" Jacqueline enquired. She jumped in terror, forgetting she could now hear. "Better than nothing," she signed with a slight smile. "I can actually hear what you say; my hearing had definitely deteriorated as your voice sounded muffled and quiet," she stated. "That is good, one step at a time; those are the strongest ones we have for now; in the future, we will do better," she explained, knowing these did not look good on her, but she was the second Luna with this condition, and they had to do their best to find something that would fit her.

she whispered. The silence thickened around her, vast and alive. Then came a reply—not through ears, but through soul. > I am the First Silence. The voice—or the absence of it—resonated inside her, vibrating through every atom of her being. --- The Voice Before All Voices > Before the song, I waited. Before the Heart, I breathed. When sound first rose, I opened to receive it. Ereya bowed her head. “Then you were the beginning?” > No, little one. I am what allows beginnings.

"It said I was weak. That I was only pretending to be brave. That everyone could see through it, and eventually I would fail, and wolves would die because of me." Lira felt a chill that had nothing to do with the morning cold. She knew that voice. She had heard it herself, in the whispering forest, in the depths of the mountain, in the quiet moments before every battle. The voice of the Silence, speaking through its fragments, finding the cracks in a wolf's spirit and pressing against them. "The Silence is a liar," she said. "It always has been. It finds your deepest fear and tells you it's the truth. But that doesn't make it true. It just makes it loud."

The echo of the forest’s rage lingered — trees clawing at me, the earth splitting, the wind shrieking. Within the blink of an eye, silence draped itself over everything — A heavy, dead silence. Its wifht pressed down even much more, draining life our of me. But with every passing moment that life slips out of me, it feeds this dead silence like a zombie feeds on brains. And so, this silent wasn't dead anymore. It now had a pulse. I might still be a subject to delusion because it felt like this silence had a voice too. I heard a faint hum rolled through the emptiness until suddenly a flicker of light exploded through the air.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

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.