Soundless Book Novels & Stories

sentences disintegrated. Words floated like dust through the darkness. And in the middle of it was Morrigan. Reglos. The arms slightly spread out. Like she's welcome. Or say goodbye. “That’s impossible.” whispered Jonas. The boy beside them laughed joyless. “In this city it is impossible to recommend a rule rather than a rule.” No one reacted. For the gate began to take shape. Pages joined. Layers of paper folded into one another. And slowly the form of a huge book was created.

“That’s not your voice.” “It’s not,” she whispered. “But it’s louder than mine.” Suddenly, the veins across her arms pulsed with a deep red glow, and her back arched once more. This time, she let out a sound that wasn’t a scream—but a growl. Low. Guttural. Almost animal. And the books on the shelves around us began to tremble. One by one, they fell to the ground. The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred.

Not now, not after everything. Lina flipped through a final set of pages in the old book, and I watched her lips move as she read the words silently. The quiet of the room seemed deafening. The sound of my breathing, the boys’ occasional shifts of weight, and the soft rustling of Lina’s pages were the only things that broke the silence.

Pages of books turned over by themselves with a rustling sound that cut the silence. "Siron..." Kit whispered. "I know." The neon light above their heads flickered once, twice. Then died completely, leaving them in darkness. Only the green emergency light on the floor provided minimal illumination. Thump. The sound came from the shelf next to their right. A thick book fell by itself onto the floor, open. Then followed another, and another, as if an invisible hand was throwing them one by one. "We have to go," Kit hissed, grabbing Siron's arm.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

It’s so nice to see that there’s a member of this family who isn’t evil. Chris is so adorable. A loud thud gets my attention, and I flinch when I hear the sound. I look up to see what caused that sound, and nothing- no one’s here. My heart is still beating in my chest because that shit was loud as hell. “Hello?” I say, thinking someone would answer, but no answer; it feels like I’m the only one in here, but then I hear pages turning at a rapid pace. I look down at the book in my lap, but it’s not what’s making that sound. I sit still, and I look around me. I’m not going to see anything sitting, so I get up.

I threw myself against the door, using every bit of strength I had to pound on it and scream, but even I could barely hear the sound I made. Outside, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and Director Harris's hearty voice all carried clearly through the door. Each sound was like a slap across my face. I slid to the floor. My body began to convulse. My nails clawed at the wooden door, leaving bloody streaks behind. In the last blurry moment before my consciousness faded, I thought I heard my little sister, Lily, ask, "Mommy, where did Annie go?" Mom's gentle voice came through the door. "Your sister doesn't feel well. She's resting. Lily, how about some cake?"