Bond Of Silence Novels & Stories

The silence that followed that was different from all the previous silences. Zara stood in it and felt something move through her that she did not have a trained, controlled, weaponised response to. Something that had been very small and very carefully locked away for eight weeks and was now, in the clear grey daylight of a room in Ashford with the war three hours dead, quietly and irrevocably refusing to stay locked. "I told myself it was the bond," she said. "I know." "It was easier." "Yes." She looked at him. He looked at her. The bond was a hum between them — constant, patient, entirely vindicated — but underneath it and alongside it was the thing he had named and she had been unwilling

Now it filled him whole, threaded into his veins until he couldn’t separate where his wolf ended and hers began. But he also remembered her silence. “Risa,” he had said, and though her lips had not confessed, the bond had burned with truth. She was carrying something she thought too dangerous to speak about. And still she kissed him. Still, she leaned into him as if the bond could be enough to bridge the divide. It both steadied and tore him. Cael had grown up being told silence was strength. His father had taught him that words betrayed weakness, that showing need gave others a means to wield a weapon. But Liora’s silence wasn’t strength—it was a shield against him. And he hated it.

Gianni whispered as she got off stage ready to walk back to her room and wait with the man that was keeping her but he was no longer there. " Gianni " She whispered, her lips trembling as she sprinted towards her brother and hugging him so tight not ready to let go. Gianni pulled away placing his leather jacket to cover her skimpy dress then carried her in his arms bridal style. It was the only way for her not to see the dead bodies they had created. "Let's move, there's movement down the hall " Piper checked the Silencer of her gun as they started to head over towards the back door.

she breathes her voice barely audible. Nick silenced her with a deep kiss pressing his lips against her with passion that made her forget her fears. Her mind swirled, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck wrapping him tightly. Nick hoisted Noah up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as they continued to kiss, the cool water lapping against their bodies. He pushed her back against the edge of the pool, their breath heavy with the tension that lingered between them. Noah’s mind swirled in the intensity of the moment, the adrenaline rushing through her veins, making it harder to remember why they couldn’t let this happen. She knew they were playing with fire, but for no

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.

"I wasn't sure you would. But here you are." His fingers tightened painfully on mine. "No bombs today. No fires. No interruptions. Just you and me and the rest of our lives." I stared at the white silk of his lapel. Couldn't look at his face. The Bishop began speaking. His voice echoed off the stone walls, formal and ancient. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." The words washed over me. Love. Honor. Commitment. Sacred bonds. The cathedral felt like it was shrinking. The walls pressing closer. The ceiling lowering. Five hundred people breathing the same air until there wasn't enough left.

] [And don't forget how he kept throwing your 'speech problem' in your face like it was funny. [You talked fine with us. But every time he mentioned it, you'd clam up.] Guess the signs had always been there. Then a few days later—boom. Group chat chaos again. [Is he insane?!] Nathan had sent every one of them the same mess: a pic of a diamond ring, a screenshot of his convo with Sophie— [Three days from now, got a surprise for you. Free?] And one last hit for me: [Tell Joelle—my mom's birthday dinner is in three days. If she's not back in Carmoria by then, I'm getting a new wife.]

The other seemed to teased up by the statement. "Have mercy on me God!" the other spoke up sounding fearful.Two of them walked with caution searching for an invisible danger. The moved closer murmuring audible prayers. They passed by lost in precation. I looked back at them watching them closely. They words brought curiosity. Turning left, I went searching for Ebere.

She adds and i clench my jaw. “We’re not siblings. You can’t do this to me. Not again.” I yell. “We can’t continue doing this. It’s wrong. I’m sorry but not anymore.” She says and looks at me one last time before walking away leaving me standing there in a daze. What does she mean by we should end it all? Why should we? Who cares what the world thinks? Why should our love get affected? Why should our bond be destroyed because of what others would think?

Tae Min looked directly into his eyes. “Because I don’t like someone else reading messages meant for you.” Haru’s smile faded into something softer. Warmer. “Then I won’t let anyone else read them.” Their hands brushed lightly in the wind. Neither pulled away. Below them, the school bell rang. Neither moved. Because for the first time— The tension between them wasn’t confusing. It was real. And neither of them were pretending anymore.