A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

Mirroring just as much thirst as the one persistently drying up his throat. “It feels illegal to do this at your house.” Dylan whispered over his lips. “So we can't be too loud.” He sat up, ^^Want me to put up a soundproof?^^ Dylan raised a brow at his suggestion and he went on to flaunt his powers again, he let a bubble form over his head like a transparent bubble. **Watch this.** He opened his mouth to let out a loud scream and his eyes blanked out as he realized his action. **Oh, wait– I can't speak.**

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

Like my entire world wasn’t lying in pieces around my feet while everyone else stepped over them like it was nothing. I reached my car, opened the door, and sank into the driver’s seat. I didn’t even breathe until the door clicked shut. And when it did, when the outside noise disappeared and the car swallowed me in muted stillness, the silence slammed into me like a physical force. It pressed against my skull, my ribs, my throat, tight, suffocating, relentless. I slammed the steering wheel once. Then again. And again. “Damn it!” My voice cracked halfway. Damn it...damn it.

she whispers. “Yes.” I say, "and Alexander is one" Betty exhales, a long, trembling sound, as though a weight she’s been carrying has finally cracked her open. “You know” she says, almost to herself. “You already know.” “I know enough” I gesture for her to join me on the bed. “You will tell me the rest.” She hesitates only a second longer before crossing to me. She does not sit choosing to stand instead. “I was sworn to silence,” she begins, voice low and rough with emotion. “The oath is blood-deep so I am unable to speak of them with anyone not in their service.”

Watching. Silence had once been my shield. Now it was a noose. If I stayed silent, I would vanish.

He bent down slightly to whisper into her ear. “I’ve loved you since the moment I realized silence was your sword, not your weakness.” She blinked back tears, her lips trembling in a rare smile. The crowd fell silent as the priest began the ceremony, invoking the Moon Goddess to bless their union. Traditional vows were exchanged—each word laced with sincerity. But it was when Viktor spoke his personal vow that the entire gathering stilled.

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

He opened his heavy book. I did not listen to the opening prayers. I stood perfectly rigid, my hand trapped in Killian's, waiting for the bomb to go off. "The vows," the officiant prompted, looking at Killian. Killian did not hesitate. His voice carried over the silent garden, deep, rough, and completely devoid of traditional romance.

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.