Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

"I am an alpha. I don't walk out on a fight. If one day you become a mate to an alpha, male or female, then what? Will you be proud of yourself for running away like you do now?" Kinlsey gave him a lopsided smile. "I plan to be a working member of the pack. Not some mate to an alpha. I will live this life the way I want it. In peace. Like it's always gonna be." There was hidden meaning to it and Chester was smart enough to catch on. Not being able to use the link makes Kinsley hear nothing but static noise when he tried so hard to tap into it. "Just be careful next time. Fight back when you have the chance."

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

“I sang while cooking. While walking. While hiding from collapsing stars.” Her voice lowered further. “Eventually he started humming back.” Something inside my chest hurt beautifully. Because healing often begins exactly there. Tiny answers to kindness repeated long enough. Seraphine stared toward the horizon thoughtfully. “The Silence despised music.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” “Because songs prove someone was heard.” The Quiet Stars brightened instantly overhead. Silver-gold lanterns drifting warmly across the sky. Seraphine smiled sadly at them. “The Silence could survive grief. Even fear.”

Kairi, abandoning all dignity, clapped his hands in a deliberately off-beat, complex counter-rhythm. The hum in Silas's throat grew stronger. He lifted his recorder, still silent, but his fingers moved over the holes, remembering. The bubble shuddered, contracted— And with a sound like a thousand sheets of parchment being torn at once, the silencing field shattered. Noise crashed back in—the fire's crackle, our ragged breathing, Maia's joyful bark. And over it all, Silas, playing the "Cobbler's Jig" with a ferocious, defiant joy, each note a spit in the eye of the silence that had tried to claim him.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

"You remember the cottage? Before the Vanes found us? You remember the song I used to sing when you couldn't sleep?" Grace’s golden eyes flickered. The swirling silver leaves slowed. "The song about the river," she whispered. "It wasn't a song about a river, Grace. It was a song about Silence," Panni said, stepping into the circle of pillars. "The kind of silence you choose. Not the one Silas forced on the world, but the one you find when you're safe in your father's arms." Lucien roared, drawing a silver-plated pistol. "Enough! If I can't have the Source, I'll liquidate the entire line!"

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

She whispered to herself. Hope nodded and signed “it called me that.” “I think it wasn’t just for me.” She added “Okay Laura. I feel sleepy and the tab is low. So I have to go now.” Hope wrote “Okay baby Hope. Take care of yourself and Stay safe.” Laura said “Thank you. And you take care.” Hope signed “Bye-bye” Hope signed “Bye.” Laura said as the call got disconnected. Hopes words kept echoing in Laura’s mind. “Child of Silence. It’s time for us to meet.”