Novel & Cerita Unheard Cries

Heavy. That’s when I hear it. A faint sound, like someone crying. The soft whimpers echo down the hallway, growing louder with each step I take. My heart sinks. The sound is coming from Zoe’s room. My stomach twists into knots as the whimpers turn into muffled screams, her voice cracking with desperation. “No,” I whisper, breaking into a run. When I reach her door, it’s ajar. My blood turns to ice. I push it open, and the sight that greets me nearly makes me collapse.

Adriano crashed into the OR, wild-eyed. Cassie lay on the table, blood soaking her, eyes shut. His chest clenched. "Cassie! Cassie!" He grabbed her hand, shaking, voice raw. No matter how loud he shouted, she stayed silent. Adriano's eyes locked on the gash in Cassie's wrist, the torn bandage gone, the wound screaming her pain louder than words. "Wh-What... is this?" His voice dropped, sharp and deadly.

Agreeing with me felt like a snare closing. “They're not dead yet, but you will watch them burn to their death,” The hate in his fix ran deep. He had not ended them in the vision, just made them go, saving them as leverage. And without warning, the battle cries roared back to life. The scene broke once more. The choking stillness that had wrapped everything gave way to a massive rush of sound. It went beyond mere din, blending the raw cries of harm and dread, the ring of steel, frantic calls from people, piercing yells of fear, and deep bellows from creatures unlike humans. The flood of noise hit me, leaving my ears buzzing and my skull aching. It plunged me into a war storming right beyond

Her plea, laden with urgency, pierced through the air like a battle cry. Whispers rippled through the congress, their hushed voices betraying confusion. "Ekun? Who is Ekun?" They mumbled amongst themselves, their eyes darting around in search of this mysterious figure. I too scanned the room, desperately trying to catch a trace of him, but I couldn't see any. But then, in a heartbeat, a deafening roar shattered the silence. It erupted from an unexpected source, a primal cry of fury and power that sent shivers down my spine. "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!"

Ophelia Another one of their strange cries split the air, followed by another, and another, until they melded into a chorus of screams. I closed my eyes, but it only made it worse. They sounded just like wailing infants, their voices far higher and shriller than they had any right to be. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted. “Ryker,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “What the hell are those things?” There was a strange rumble as the red eyes began to rise in height and grow brighter, burning like hot coals. Their cries continued to build, grinding against my skull like a hacksaw. I fought the urge to clamp my hands over my ears.

As if sound had been stolen. Then something started to hum across the village square. Something which did not have a mouth. A throat. Just anger. Sorrow. A hundred hearts mourning themselves simultaneously. Jessa let out a scream. Finally a scream. "KRISHNA!" she wailed at the sky, voice breaking. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" And deep down below the blackened salt core, in a crypt where the dead were once made sacred, a pool started to quiver. It wasn't water. It wasn't blood.

His hands clawing at the edges. Trying to climb out. Failing. Again. And again. My chest tightened. I couldn’t look away. He looked… lifeless. But not dead. Trapped. Struggling. I could hear him. A faint sound. A cry. Then louder— Screaming. Not just his. Others. Voices. Many voices. Echoing. Overlapping. Distorted. “Bete…” A whisper. Then again… “Bete…” Louder this time. Closer.

Each tear that streams down her face is a testament to her profound anguish. As Nora's cries subside, her mind drifts to the painful circumstances that have brought her to this point. The realization that she has been used by a stranger, leading to an unplanned pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage, only adds to her profound sense of loss and isolation. The details surrounding her miscarriage remain shrouded in uncertainty, leaving her grappling with unanswered questions and a deep sense of sorrow.

I cried, silent tears, unseen and unheard. And then… I was gone.

I could hear the arguing cleanly but still had no idea what language they were speaking. I was getting the feeling that they weren’t really there. It was like listening to a movie. It was just like the night before. I could hear what was going on but there was no physical sign that they were there. When I reached the rock in the path I leaned against it and kept recording. I was just hoping that my phone was actually recording something. Kind of like those crazy ghost hunting shows where people say they capture disembodied voices. I was so focused on the argument that I didn’t hear when the twins showed up. “Are they still fighting?” I heard from Lucas, who was standing right beside me, caus