Locked In Silence Novels & Stories

“And what if an UNSEEN WOLF and a SLEEPER are too weak to deal with it?” My fingers clenched the sheets, the fabric rough against my damp palms. A tremor ran through me. I forced my face still. “Stay positive, Diana.” She didn’t breathe. Neither did I. The silence wrapped around us like a living thing, thick, electric. It wasn’t empty. It was waiting.

~ Seraphina ~ The office swallowed us in silence the moment the lock clicked. I stayed near the door, my back pressed against it, as if the wood could anchor me. Dino leaned on his desk, head bowed, both hands spread over the polished surface. His knuckles were white against the dark wood. He looked like a man trying to wrestle something invisible, something heavy, something inside him. He stayed there, breathing hard, his shoulders rising and falling. The silence stretched. I counted my heartbeats, and each one felt louder than the last.

The silence was deafening. Adrian stood frozen, his face ashen, his body rigid, his eyes glowing with a furious, yet controlled, fire. The weight of the last few moments—of Lena’s betrayal, of the realization that she was no longer his—hung heavy between them like a shadow too dark to escape.

But she lifted her chin, meeting him with all the steel she had left. “They already do.” The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy. It was a roar beneath the skin. The kind of silence that meant nothing in their world would be the same after this moment. Silas didn’t move. Not toward her. Not away. He held himself like a man choking on his own leash with his shoulders locked, jaw tight, the muscle there twitching with every breath he fought to keep steady.

“Lucas stared at him in silence for a minute. “I knew you were too silent on the ride back. What did you do?” Of course he was silent, his guilt kept pressing at his chest, and he knew it would continue until he told the truth. “I kissed Dylan.”

I quipped and he threw me his spear in anger, it elongated as it flew, but I saw it coming so I made a crab position and it passes over me and when I stood he controlled it to come back to him and had to duck as the spear flew straight towards me and back to him, holding it in the middle, it reduces lesser to size of a baton. "Wow...that was fast" one of the gamma exclaimed. "I think I'm starting to like this girl" another said but I just turn to walk out, the door was locked. "Where do you think you're going?" Nicholas asked but I simply smirked, move over to the door, but it was locked. "I'm going out...isn't that obvious?" I replied sharply. "You can't just get walk out" Nicholas frowned.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Every heartbeat sounded too loud in the thick, dark silence. Rowan’s hands gripped the poker so tightly that his knuckles ached. “Stay close. Stay silent. Stay together,” he whispered, his voice low and firm. “He wants a reaction. Don’t give him one.” Sierra buried her face in his chest. “I… I can feel him,” she whispered. “He’s here… I can feel him!”

She stood there and stared back and didn’t seem to know what to say, either. This silent dance needed a better beat. One he could drive home with his— Finally, she said, pointing to the door, “Do you like the restaurant?” she asked. Her voice as breathless as he felt. Except she was actually talking and he was standing there looking like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing as he tried desperately to get something like a linear thought going. Where the hell was that confidence now? He wasn’t awkward or worried or any of those namby-pamby feelings some guys always described having. It was more that his brain had gone blank at the sight of her and everything but his arousal went