Why Is Isha Mute Novels & Stories

Doesn’t look back. The door shuts with a sharp click. And suddenly the room feels too quiet. My jaw tightens as I drop onto the couch, dragging a hand over my face. Frustration burns through me. Then my phone rings. The sound cuts through everything. I pick it up. Isha. My expression hardens. For a second, I just stare at the screen. Then I toss the phone back onto the couch. I’m not answering that. Not after what she’s done. *************

"He said that if someone doesn't use a body part for a long time, the organ will atrophy. Does anyone want to see whether the mute girl's tongue has atrophied?" Everyone in the classroom heard her. But not a single person looked up or chose to help me. They just packed their bags as fast as they could and quickly fled the scene. I shoved Ayanna aside, but her posse stepped forward and surrounded me. "Open your mouth!" Ayanna barked, holding up her phone camera. "If you don't, I'll just have to do it myself." I bit down hard on my lip, resisting silently. She moved closer and closer.

I turned to head back into the ruins, but I heard Isabella's choked sob behind me. "Why…" her voice was barely a whisper. "Why would you humiliate me like this…" Then came Mortlock's impatient snarl. "What are you crying for? This was to make her believe us! You were supposed to play your part!"

I tried to speak again, to say anything, but there was nothing. No sound coming out of my mouth. Lucas stared at me, confusion etched into his face. “You're…you're mute,”. He said slowly. “Everyone knows that.” My chest burned. Before humiliation could swallow me whole, my father appeared behind me. “Isabelle, what’s going on?” he asked. Lucas turned, “Remind me why I am here again ?” He asked, a smirk returning at his lips. My father's expression held nothing but shock and a little warmth, trying to disregard his manner of approach.

Gripping my arms so tight I knew I'd have bruises. "Ishara is a War-Master. She didn't just attend the Academy; she rewrote the curriculum. She is the youngest female to ever hold the rank of Commander. She specializes in dismantling opponents piece by piece." He shook his head. "I sparred with her for ten years. I never won. Not once. She is faster than Viggo. She is smarter than Wolfy. And she is crueler than me." "So she's a monster," I whispered. "She is a scalpel," Barzil corrected. "And you just offered her your throat."

Aisha’s smirk falters, “you wouldn’t dare.” “You want to try me?” Isla asks. “Then go ahead. I’d love to watch you explain why you jumped a first year who’s already on the Games list.” For a moment Aisha looks like she might try something. Then her jaw twitches and she snaps her fingers at her group. “Whatever. This isn’t over, human.” She shoves past me harder than necessary and stalks off with the others behind her. Isla exhales, her shoulders dropping. Then she looks at me.

Raw data flooded the screen: timestamps, audio spectrums, encrypted surveillance. Slipping on noise-canceling headphones, she played the first audio file. Static. Then, her mother’s distorted but unmistakable voice: “If anyone hears this... remember me. I am not a shadow. I am not your project.” Isabella froze, hands trembling. The clip was layered, her mother’s voice beneath subliminal commands: “You will forget. You will comply. You are safe. You are nothing.” This was the Echo Protocol, raw, violent, stripped of pretense—mental warfare, not therapy.

I wasn’t nearly as learned or as trained as anyone in this room. Selene’s scoff cut through the silence. “This is a joke.” Kael’s voice dropped. “Watch yourself.” “She can’t even speak, Kael. How is she supposed to sit on a council?” I clenched my fists at my sides. I’d heard worse. But my wolf stirred, restless under my skin. “Or is this about the bond?” Selene’s smile sharpened. “You’d let a mute, decapitated girl sit here just because she warms your bed?”

I was afraid that even breathing too loud might ruin whatever she was doing. Maddox, my wolf, was pacing in my head. His voice was low and full of grief. She can’t die. She’s our mate. She’s ours. She belongs to us. Minutes passed. I didn’t count them. But every second felt like an hour. Then Isla suddenly gasped. Her eyes flew open. She looked horrified. I sat up straighter. “What is it?” I asked quickly. “Did it work?” Isla didn’t answer right away. She just kept staring at Vivian like she was seeing something none of us could see. Her hands shook.

Liam informed with glee in his voice. A lone tear rolled down my cheek as my fear grew. "What....what do you want?" I signed out the words I wanted to say. Liam sneered and pushed me away from him. I fell on the ground on a sorry heap. "Can you please stop moving your hand so awkwardly? It's already bad enough that you are a mute, why the heck do you have to make things so dramatic? Only stupid people like you would try to communicate in a language like that!" Liam barked at me.