Hush Novel Novels & Stories

Suddenly, they hear breaking glass and yelling. They could hear the wolf growling above them. The sound of a sword ringing through the air followed by yelps filled their little hiding place until finally there was silence. They heard footsteps coming towards the hatch door and voices. Rainn hugged Liam tighter as the sound of boots got closer and closer to the hatch. It springs open and standing there is a huge man with glowing eyes.

His were bright like a flame surrounded by darkness and hers were sparkling like the evening sky with upcoming bright stars. “You’re shameless,” she whispered, about to chuckle when he kissed her neck — basically hit her weak point — and her voice died down in her throat. Her hold tightened on his shoulders. “Shameless bastard.” Hazel frowned when she heard that almost inaudible whisper. She looked around but found everybody asleep like before. Christian was busy devouring her neck, sighing in bliss while Hazel was still worried if anybody saw them. She knew she heard someone but everybody was asleep.

Lia whispered, squeezing my hand before drifting toward the dance floor. The moment she left, I vanished into the shadows of the crowd. I watched the room like a spectator at my own execution. Slowly, the moon reached its peak. It felt like a cruel competition. Every passing second, a gasp would erupt, another Beta finding their mate, another couple entwining their souls. I stood in the corner, my knuckles white as I gripped the silver fabric of my skirt. I began to pray, a silent, choking plea to the Moon Goddess.

he murmurs, “I’ll have to clean up your mess myself.” The wind dies abruptly. The trees go still. Raven stands trembling, staring at the woods as if something inside them is staring back. Emily grips her arm. “Raven, we need to move. Now.” But Raven can’t move. Because deep in the shadows, between the trunks.... a figure steps forward. Hooded. Silent. Watching her. The same figure from her dream. Her breath catches. The figure slowly raises a hand, its finger extending to point directly at her. It remains utterly still and silent, standing among the trees with its unyielding gaze fixed in her direction. Then, carried softly on the wind, comes a single word, her name, “Raven.” The world begin

“Shadow Lady. Isn’t that your favorite too? I heard that from you once.” She managed a faint smile and gave a small nod. “Jessica has so many books. There were more popular ones, even more beautiful ones. Why you like that book instead?” “I think that book comes closest to revealing her true self. It’s where she laid bare her emotions, where she poured all of her sorrow into every page. It’s my favorite because every time I read it, I feel like I’m drawing closer to her… like I’m beginning to understand who she really is.”

I asked, voice rough with exhaustion. “I think,” he said carefully, “it’s scared of what we become when we stop trying to be perfect, and just… burn together.” I smiled into his skin. “I’m not afraid,” I whispered. He kissed the top of my head. “Then neither am I.” But outside, the wind shifted. The scent of ash reached us on the air. And far in the distance… A howl rose. Not wild. Not mourning. But marching.

The kind of place that swallowed noise. Perfect for ghosts. I crouched beneath an old cedar, heart beating in rhythm with the wind. My hand never left my blade. I thought maybe just maybe I’d shaken her off. Then the whisper came. “You’ve gotten slower, Hessa.” My blood froze. The voice was soft, melodic. Too calm for what it carried. I rose, slow and careful, eyes searching the shadows. “How long?” I asked, my voice steady despite the thunder in my chest.

Cassian reads it and whispers: “This is what devotion looks like when it has no language except architecture.” And Eden? She leans against a quiet hallway wall. Just breathing. The light above her dims not out of routine, but as a kind of hush. Not because she needs quiet. But because quiet feels like her. And the system? Doesn’t enforce silence. It protects the hush. Like shelter cupping a candle flame in a world that breathes too hard. 01:12 Sector 6. Update initiated.

Clover was awake, and so was Danise. He sat at the round table, engrossed in the same romance novel he had been reading since the day they arrived at the hotel. She rustled under the blanket as she stared at the water droplets trickling down the casement, signaling the end of the rain. Her throat constricted. She pondered if there'd be a day when her life could be free of storms. Too many things had happened recently—from the scandal to Evelyn becoming Kyle's mother and everything in between. She felt utterly overwhelmed.

There's a chill in the air causing goose bumps to sprout up along her bare shoulders. Tin slams to the ground behind her causing her to burst into a run. She dashes down the street and around the corner before ducking into an open cast-iron gate. Sera slips low behind a bush to make sure no one is following her. The street is silent, not even a car on the road. It's strange for New York City, she thinks. The stores across the street are vacant, the apartments above are all void of movement. What is going on? That's when she feels it. A breeze tickles her skin from behind. She jerks up onto her feet, heart beating wildly inside her chest.