Bond Of Silence Novels & Stories

his hoarse low voice came out. "Because I checked you two, and I'm sure you feel it too. There's a new connection between you two now. One different from the one you felt when you made the temporary bond." What did he mean by that? "The reason the partial bond backfired is because you two were already mated and marked before you even thought of partial bonding." "...What?" he blinked, being sure no part of his memory was distorted so much that he had forgotten something as important as mating and marking Dylan. "I never did that."

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.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

As if I can't figure out my own footing. Silence. Then Silas speaks. Low. Measured. The quietest voice carries farthest through rubber. "You're both wrong." "Oh, here we go." "Distance breaks her. Closeness overwhelms her. Neither works because you're treating the symptom. She needs to know what she is. What we are. What the bond actually does." "And if she can't handle it?" "Then she can't handle it. But it's not our call to keep her in the dark forever."

The system went silent. For the first time since entering this nightmare— the system had no answer. The guardian looked back at me. Then at Silas. And suddenly— the bond between us lit visibly in the air. Silver threads wrapped around both our bodies. My breath caught. Silas stared too. “What the hell…” Lyra’s face lost all color. “No…” I looked sharply at her. “What?” Her voice dropped into a whisper. “The bond completed.” Silence. Then the guardian spoke the words that shattered everything.

I trust instinct, pulse, predator-silence, and none of those are calm right now. She lies motionless in the chamber, color slowly returning, body recovering by measurable degrees. If I listened only to the data, I’d call it progress. I don’t. Because the bond has been quiet too long. Not gone, I would know if it were gone, but pressed down, like a voice forced underwater. I’ve been leaning toward that silence for hours, waiting for resistance, waiting for any pushback at all. When it finally comes, it doesn’t knock. It detonates.

“When you speak the name of the one you’re bound to, the bond answers. That answer can be heard.” Nori nodded, though the words landed like a sentence. She kept her mouth closed when she wanted to say him. She swallowed the shape of his name when it rose behind her teeth. She let silence take the place of language. It hurt more than she’d expected. The bond burned faintly behind her sternum—phantom heat that flared and faded, leaving her chest tight and her breath shallow. She pressed her palm there, grounding herself in the quiet of the sanctuary—the old brick walls, the soft footfalls, the candlelight that didn’t flicker as much as it should have.

The silver cord lay coiled neatly on the altar, waiting. Waiting to bind him. Waiting to erase me. The realization hit me with sudden, suffocating clarity. If Damon spoke those vows tomorrow, if he accepted the cord and sealed it before the Goddess, the bond I felt, however strained, however denied, would be forced into silence. Not faded, silenced. There was a difference. Fading was natural… it implied weakness, distance, mutual release but silence on the other hand was violent. It meant the ritual would override whatever truth lay beneath.

"If your wolf is wounded and silent, it means you cannot undergo the bond test tonight." The crowd began to murmur in agreement. The bond test was a sacred ritual governed by the council elders. It utilized an ancient moonstone artifact to verify that the Moon Goddess had truly bestowed her blessings on a couple, proving they were connected to each other through their very souls. If one wolf was dormant, the stone would remain dark.

“You don’t get it. I felt her cry out for me… and then nothing. Like someone cut the cord.” The Beta hesitated, his face drawn and grim. “There’s only one reason a mate bond goes silent like that…” Both Ash and I turned toward him sharply. “What are you talking about?” “If the bond goes silent,” he said slowly, “it usually means one thing—” “Don’t,” Ash snarled. The Beta swallowed. “—It means the mate is either dead… or close to it.” For a second, everything froze. Then both Ash and I growled, the sound ripping from deep in our chests, feral and deadly. The Beta took a step back.