Locked In Silence Novels & Stories

The earth slammed shut. Silence.

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list. "You may not be able to mindlink me, but now you can call." Kelvin wiped the tears that are now freely rolling down the younger boy's cheeks. It's the thing Kinsley hated about himself. His uniqueness. He can't communicate with any of his pack members through their pack link. He had taken his wolf form when he was twelve, but still, he couldn't talk to anyone through the secret line called the pack link. "Thank you,” he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly.

“What do you think I want?” She did not answer. He did not push. “That silence,” he said softly. “It is fascinating. People usually fill it with anger.” Alina spoke then, surprising everyone. “She does not trust silence,” Alina said. Lorenzo looked at her. “Why not?” he asked. “Because silence here never stays empty,” Alina replied. Lorenzo studied her for a moment. Then he nodded. “That is fair,” he said. Amelia looked up. “Why are we here?” she asked suddenly.

Only silence remained. **

The silence between Amara and Liam stretched long after their last argument. It wasn’t the kind of silence that settled gently, like the hush after a storm. No, this silence was jagged, brittle, like walking on cracked glass where every step threatened to slice deeper. Words hovered unsaid between them, heavy with meaning, yet neither dared to let them out for fear they’d shatter what fragile bond remained.

​The room fell into a silence so heavy it felt like it was crushing the furniture. ​I stood by the sofa, my heart hammering. "Dante... if they come back with an army, you can't stop them. You have to give me up." ​Dante turned to me. The "Silent Don" was gone. In his place was a man possessed. ​He walked toward me, his boots heavy on the marble. I backed away until I hit the wall. He caged me in with his arms, his chest heaving against mine. ​He didn't speak. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his heart. It was beating like a war drum—fast, violent, and erratic.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

The silence coupled tighter than ever. “So… what will it be?”

But that abandonment does not mean going out of the cage, instead, strangled until suffocated to death. I was not looking at him. I maintained my eyes on the carpet while my hands are holding each other due to slight fear. I can tell he is looking at me right now and waiting for what I am about to say, but I remained silent. There is no point in defending myself anymore.