Voiceless Novels & Stories

“Does your mouth execute this specific frequency when you service Declan Voss?” Her oral cavity was too thoroughly sealed around my steel to formulate a vocal response without terminating the movement, and my internal wolf refused to permit her lips to release my length.

When William hurried back to the apartment, the place was pitch black. He called my name twice. No response. In that instant, his heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. Alarm bells screamed in his head. He started frantically calling my phone. The first call went to voicemail. The second, the phone was off. By the last attempt, the number was no longer in service. He switched to our chat and sent a string of question marks. None of them delivered. His fingers trembled. He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

“If someone is within close proximity, especially within a few meters, they can pick up muffled conversations, especially loud ones or higher-pitched voices…” I sat up straight, blood draining from my face. Panic twisted my stomach. I scrolled again, desperate to find a loophole. “Speech underwater tends to sound distorted unless the speaker is close and facing the listener directly. However, strong or sharp vocal bursts may still be intelligible.” Sharp vocal bursts. I dropped my phone flat on my chest and stared at the ceiling in dead silence. This was it. My funeral. There was a knock on the door and I nearly threw myself out of bed.

he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Wha- " I was cut off. "Royal vampires can read minds," he said confidently, "don't worry I think you're pretty sexy too." I scoffed, walking past him, not wanting to talk to him. “Hey I was not done talking to you.” He yelled from behind me, running to catch up with me. “Listen vampire, I have pepper spray in my bag, I also box, so I suggest you leave me alone before I use it on you,” I lied about both of them, I couldn’t fight and I was stupid to walk around without pepper spray.

(Juniper’s P.O.V) 4 years later: Walking through the halls of my high school, I keep my head down and try and make myself as small as possible. I don’t feel like dealing with people today, not that I ever feel like dealing with people. Particularly teenagers, especially THESE teenagers. After the rogue attack and waking up in the hospital after spending two weeks in a coma, I woke up sounding like I smoked 5 packs a day. All of the doctors my parents had taken me to, all said the same thing, that I would never get my voice back. Even talking with Fae healers, spell casters, and elves nothing could be done. No one could regenerate the cells of the body to fix this, no one had that type of mag

It was a quiet, volcanic fury. His voice was a low, deadly whisper that seemed to suck all the air from the room. “Explain yourself.”

he sounded agitated, his voice raising a little. "And I don't want..." I stopped, my breath catching in my throat. I heard something, an interruption. It was a scream

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

“Let's have sex.” Kyle instantly choked on nothing, absolutely nothing, and his silent coughs didn't make his cough jolts look as serious as they were. Even his coughs are silent, did she take his voice or his sound? He had to ask himself. “Why are you choking up on nothing? I barely said anything.” He got on his knees for a better reach of his gentle back pats on Kyle. If he said he didn't also feel the height of his words… he was straight out lying. His face was growing hot at the words and his heart beating so fast ‘cause he felt like a night boy trying to win some dicks.