Unheard Cries Novels & Stories

Not at her, not even at himself, but at whatever twisted force controlled this place. Then the sounds came again. The wolves began to howl, long, mournful cries. The baby continued to scream, higher and louder than before, the two sounds mixing and spiraling unnaturally. They pressed their hands over their ears, clutching their heads as they tried to block out the sound scraping at their minds like claws. Ember’s eyes went wide in pain. Thorne ground his teeth, blood already starting to trickle from his ears. The pressure was unbearable. And still, the cries went on.

But my hopes were dashed, and I was left to face this agony alone. As the pain reached its peak, a primal instinct took over, and I pushed with all my might. The room filled with the raw, guttural sound of my efforts, as if my very soul was being expelled. And then, in a breathtaking moment, the cry of a newborn filled the air, the tiny voice cutting through the heaviness that had enveloped the room.

If only I could see something. "H-help!" A piercing cry of a woman filled my ears. I'm sure that she's only a few meters from me. Beneath from where I am exactly. There go the uncanny voices I've heard since then. Followed by the woman's cry of suffering. Trembling, I crawled forward. I don't know a single thing about what's happening outside, but I have a small hint that it's bad more than I think it is. Oddly worse that I couldn't even imagine, I supposed.

Feeling my heart rapidly thud in my chest. "Hello. Is someone here?" I ask following the voice to hear the female voice sobs turn louder. Gulping I move past the bushes and step closer. With each step I took further the voices turned louder The sobs multiplying to be accompanied by painful screams. I reach a clearing but what I saw made me freeze in my spot. There were women,hundreds of them. Crying and begging. Some were laying on the ground breathing heavily, others screaming in pain asking for help I couldn't understand what was going on,what was wrong.

Florence’s tears flowed uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the room. Despite her fervent attempts to express her anguish, her words were absolutely incoherent. The pain in her heart intensified strongly as she realized that she could not even hear the sound of her own cries, no matter how loud she was becoming. It hurt her so much that all she could do was feel the pain and learn to navigate her new life no because what else could she do aside from that?

I never thought I would be able to stay away for this long. My hand hesitated on the doorknob, though I shook those thoughts away and turned it. I waited on baited breath for anything to happen. Maybe a force will push me out. Or I’ll fall to my knees or even hear that scream again. Nothing happened. I almost huff out a breath of relief and step in. Then I hear it. At first I think I’m mistaken. I’m definitely hearing wrong. There is no way this is right. I take a step further into the room and I hear it better, louder this time and so much clearer. I wasn’t hearing anything. It was a cry. A baby’s cry.

I held him close to my chest, my arms shook as I nestled him against me, and then, the scream ripped from me finally. A high-pitched cry of anguish and sorrow that carried across the camp, or the entirety of Moonskin… but that didn't matter. That sound couldn't have come out from me, so I thought it was unusual, it didn't sound like something that came out from a living being. Within a short moment, I had forgotten what it sounded like, even as it rang in my ears. Everything vanished in the surge of sorrow that drenched me. I'd never felt anything like it before.

I could only hear his cries, and it shattered me into a million pieces. I moved faster, moving through the pallets with urgency. My vision blurred with tears. My child. My baby. His cries were raw, trembling, filled with a fear no child should ever know. My breath caught in my throat as my body went cold. He was sobbing—heart-wrenching, desperate sobs that made my chest tighten until I could barely breathe. “ P- p- please,” I could hear him whimper between hiccupped cries. “Take me back to my mama… She must be looking for me.”

“There’s nothing to be done. No medicine. No fight. It just… is.” I opened my mouth to ask how, to ask why, to demand she fight it—but I felt it then. A hot, stupid wetness tracking down my cheeks. I was crying. I never cried. I swiped at my face angrily with the back of my hand, turning away so she wouldn’t see. That’s when I heard it. Howling. Not from one direction. From everywhere. A chorus of long, low, beautiful cries that lifted into the night air. It wasn’t a threat. It was a song.

Everyone will raise her voices at her It was my mother's voice. I weeped more by listening it. He didn't even think about his family name. I will kill that bastard.I swear. .It was my brother outraged voice. "Calm down hussnain.We need to think calmly.Who will marry her??" " I will marry her" a deep husky voice echoed through the room with footsteps entering. But due to extreme shock and pain,I lose consiousness and their voices become muffled and my eyes closed.