A Vow Of Silence Novels & Stories

"I won't let you down. Either of you." "There is one more thing," Elara said. "A piece of knowledge we have guarded more closely than any other. It concerns the Silence itself — its nature, its origin, and its one vulnerability." Lira leaned forward. "Tell me." "The Silence cannot create. It can only consume. It has no will of its own, not truly — it is a void, an absence, a hunger that was born when the world was made. Everything that exists casts a shadow, and the Silence is the shadow of everything. It hates what it cannot be. It despises light, warmth, life, because those things are a reminder of its own emptiness."

Tatum’s POV Silence. Not the ordinary kind—the kind that lingers politely between casual conversations. No. This silence was heavy. Suffocating. It pressed against my chest, crawled under my skin, and settled deep in my bones like a living thing. Ten percent. Of the Voss Group.

It is a silent, immovable vow of protection that makes my racing heart stutter, reminding me that no matter what shadows are waiting in the dark, I am no longer facing them alone. ​

"I want to hear him say it. I want to hear the 'Silent Don' tell me why he broke a five-year vow of silence just to drug me." Dante froze. The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. He turned slowly. His face was an expressionless mask, but his eyes were burning. He took a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. "The Don doesn't speak to people who are beneath him," Lorenzo said, his voice dropping an octave. "You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more."

"Told you, it's just for show. That little bird—I'm just waiting for her to crack." Then something slipped from his pocket. A box of rubbers. He cleared his throat. Rubbed his nose. Didn't bother lying. Walked me inside like none of it mattered. It went fast. I had aphasia—couldn't talk to strangers—but nodding was enough. The lawyer asked, "Divorce by mutual consent?" Nathan: "Yes." Me: nod. "Irreconcilable differences?" Nathan: "Yep." Me: nod. Signed. Stamped.

Total silence. Camela’s lips quivered. She wanted to scream and fight back but Vincent’s dimming eyes were locked onto hers. “Don’t say anything,” he rasped weakly. “Promise me.” Tears streamed down her face as she nodded, sealing her lips shut. The book hissed in fury while the shelves shook violently, with blood splattering everywhere. But Camela pressed her forehead against Vincent’s and whispered silently without making a sound. Her silence was her response. And for just a moment—the flood stopped.

His entire posture radiated fury. “You mean to tell me you’ve been keeping this from us? All this time?” “I had no choice!” Yoon-min snapped, his composure cracking. “Do you think I wanted this? That I wanted to carry the memory of chains, of vows made under blood and fire? If I spoke of it, the seal itself would weaken. Do you understand now? My silence was the only thing holding it together.” Elion’s eyes softened, though his voice remained firm. “And now that silence is broken.”

There was a quiet ringing in my ears—like I’d been swimming underwater for too long and just surfaced. Then I did what I promised myself I wouldn’t do. I called him. The phone rang twice before going to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message. I called again. Still nothing. ________________________________________ Stephen POV. Across the city, the skyline twinkled like a lie. Stephen sat at the center of a rooftop lounge, draped in shadows and status. Every inch of him looked expensive. His jaw was cut from stone, his suit custom-built to intimidate. But what was most terrifying was his silence.

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic