Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

she screeched over the chaos. Tears ran down Bellamy’s cheeks as he continued to remove the branding, slice by agonising slice. Penny moved to Thea’s side and took her hand in her own, she gave Thea a nod of encouragement as they both began to sing a tune to Lissa. Lissa’s body stilled though, her eyes were still open, tears pouring down her face. “Almost done Lissa, just stay with me,” Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol.

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

The baby cried again. A thin, desperate sound that seemed to travel through the walls. Zara stood frozen. For a moment, her mind refused to accept what she was hearing. There was no baby here. There couldn’t be. Yet the cry came again. Closer. Louder. Adrian reached for her hand. “Zara.” She barely heard him. “That sounds like me.” Nobody corrected her. Because everyone in the room knew it. The same frightened cry. The same sharp, breathless rhythm.

“You can hear it in the silence- silence The silence - silence Youuuuu You can feel it on the way home - way home - way home - way home Youuuuu You can see it with the lights out - light outs - lights out - lights out You are in love - true love - you are in love”

“But not far either. It’s out there somewhere… just beyond reach, like a storm masked behind the clouds. It’s quiet now—too quiet. And that’s what scares me the most. Because silence does not equal safety. Sometimes it means it’s paying attention.” Lucian rose and strode out to the edge of the overhang. It had started snowing again — soft, slow. The kind that didn’t pierce, only nested. He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t see anything.” “That’s how it starts,” Serakha added. “Silence. Stillness.” Kael reclined and allowed his head to rest against the mossy wall. So let’s take this silence, maybe, for what it is.”

she said. Lena took the cloth. Folded it. Held it against her chest. “I want to stay a little longer.” Mira nodded. “Then listen well. The silence here is honest.” And as night fell, neither of them spoke again. They simply let the silence carry them. The silence stretched across the clearing like a second skin. The stars blinked into being, not with the pride of light, but with the humility of distance. Somewhere nearby, an animal rustled through underbrush, its movements unhurried. The wind circled the fire twice, then wandered off.

“That's not who I am. It can't be true. I know I'm yet to understand all the things I'm saying, but your view of me is wrong.” “I'm telling you the truth.” His tiny finger briefly brushed my wrist. I sensed desperation, like he was clinging wholly to me. “When you're here, I can finally breathe well. When you utter words, even silence hears you. Don't allow me to be drowned in it again.” “Silence.” I whispered, rather than commanding as I intended. That minute, the Beta's warning came ringing again in my head. ‘The silence isn't his burden to bear alone, it's also yours.’

“It doesn’t ask. It takes. It doesn’t bloom softly, it burns, spreading through every quiet part of you until there’s no space left untouched. It’s the kind that lingers in your bones, that makes silence feel too loud without it, that turns every breath into a memory of someone you shouldn’t need… but do. It consumes.. not to destroy, but to remake you into something reckless, something that no longer knows how to exist without the fire. And even when it hurts, even when it ruins everything.. you still choose it… because nothing else has ever felt as real.” Silence followed, it was heavy. I turned my head slightly, Iris was smiling. “You’ll find the right woman, Kael,” she whispered. Then, l

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back