Unheard Cries Novels & Stories

Then, through the haze, I heard a sound. A cry. The most beautiful cry I’d ever heard. My lips parted in a soft gasp and before I could hold on to the sound, everything went black.

The cries of anguish and pain reached her ears, like echoes of a torment she thought she had left behind. She recognized the familiar voices of her pack members, their desperate pleas for help cutting through the air. "Liam!" she called out, her voice filled with fear and urgency. "James!" But her cries seemed to be swallowed by the ever-present silence of the forest. The voices remained distant and unattainable, teasing her with their haunting echoes. It was as if they were trapped in a different realm, forever beyond her reach. Amidst the symphony of cries, she discerned the voice of Liam, his pained howls slicing through the air. She could almost feel his anguish, a deep ache that resonat

The little girl’s face scrunched up, her lips trembling before she let out a loud, heart-wrenching cry. June bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She stood there, frozen, watching her daughter cry—watching her tiny fists flail in the cold night. Her knees wobbled. She turned away and took a step, then another, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Each cry behind her grew sharper, echoing through the empty street like a desperate plea. She covered her ears with her hands, whispering to herself, You can’t do this anymore, June. You can’t feed her. You can’t even feed yourself.

Fear and tears consumed her as she cried out for help, but her pleas echoed unanswered in the empty expanse. "Sister, wake up," the twins pleaded, sitting close to her, tightly grasping her hands. They attempted to rouse her, but she continued to scream and cry. Suddenly, her scream pierced the air, and her eyes snapped open. Her face was drenched with tears, her throat parched from the relentless screaming.

Kendrick's heightened senses as a Lycan allowed him to hear the faint sound of the little girl's silent cries, echoing in his mind like a persistent buzz. His acute hearing picked up every sound around him, from their whispered conversations to their laughter, even the rumbling in the child's stomach. These sounds, though innocent, gnawed at him, unsettling his thoughts and emotions. He couldn't comprehend why the cries affected him so deeply, why the mere mention of Faith being punished troubled him to his core. The conflicting emotions tormented him, leaving him questioning himself.

The crash site felt like the aftermath of hell. My breath hitched as I forced myself to listen, really listen for voices, for footsteps, for anything human. But heard Nothing,Only crackling flames and the distant chirping of night insects untouched by tragedy. I swallowed hard and tried again. Louder. “MOM! DAD!” My voice echoed through the trees. No answer. “LIAM !!!!!! I screamed, sobbing. “LIAM" PLEASE!” The forest swallowed my cries. A pressure squeezed my chest so tightly that I thought my ribs would snap.

I didn’t know where I was, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was alive. Then came the silence. Not the type of silence you would hear in the middle of the night when you were alone in your bed, but a strange and empty kind of silence. The kind that would make you wonder if you’d slipped out of the world completely. I wanted to fight it and pull myself back up to the surface, but my limbs felt like they were being held down by something. And then I heard a sound that cut through the darkness immediately. Someone was crying. The sound was loud as it suddenly flitted into my ears. My chest clenched painfully.

A small smile graced her lips, a subtle expression of contentment that belied the weight of responsibility she had carried for so long. The child was now capable of fending for herself, and though it was bittersweet to let go, she knew it was time. At that precise moment, a piercing cry echoed throughout the boundless expanse of the wild, untamed land. The air was filled with mournful cries that seemed to pierce through the night. They grew in intensity, reaching a crescendo that echoed through the empty streets. The sound was haunting, as if it was coming from a place beyond this world. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the cries began to fade away, leaving behind an eerie silen

Adrian murmured, glancing at Tyron who was wide-eyed with astonishment. Rumbles echoed ominously as tremors spread across the land, accompanied by an eerie, endless chorus of screams emanating from the tomb. The bone-chilling sound made Adrian's expression grow grim. The cries filled the air, and alarm spread across everyone’s faces. None had anticipated such terrifying sounds. It was as though countless souls had met their end within these walls. Some instinctively wanted to flee, yet the allure of the tomb’s mystery proved too strong to resist. This place was steeped in enigma. Each person yearned to discover what lay within and why it was shrouded in such a dark mystique.

Her instincts screamed louder than any thought. The door creaked open. The crib was empty. The soft, pastel mobile above it spun slowly, still moving, still swaying as if someone had just reached in. The baby blanket lay on the floor like a ghost of what should have been there. Crystal’s breath caught. Then it tore from her chest in a scream so raw, so primal, it didn’t sound human. It was the cry of a mother losing more than just a child, it was the sound of a soul being torn in two.