New Order Silent Face Novels & Stories

"When you're in trouble, you can use it. Call me right away." Sheepishly, the birthday boy opened the box and found a small device—a mobile phone. A tear fell from his eye as he caressed the brand new gift. He's always wanted one, but he's always too shy to ask the Alpha. The Silver Pack Alpha runs a small company, the primary source of income for the whole pack. Every month, the members, especially the non-working younglings would write their wish list and, if agreed by the council, the list can be approved, granting and buying whatever a young werewolf asks. Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

Lydia's voice trembled with anger and fear as she confronted the intimidating Silas. "Then, who do you think you are to strike her?" Silas met Lydia's reddened face with a cold gaze and remarked, "Do you believe your facelift and Botox will absolve you of your actions?"

Hi everyone. Happy new month(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I'm just going to keep this short. If you love "His silent voice" then you're gonna love it even more as we now dive into Kyle's chapter of both his past and his master. Curious, aren't we? Yeah, so am I if that makes sense😂.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

“That air of detachment, that silence—it’s familiar.” She turned fully then, her movements slow and deliberate. Her masked face tilted upward, her hidden gaze meeting his. “Leave,” she said, her voice low and cold, carrying an authority that silenced most. Ezekiel smiled faintly, unfazed. “You’re not as invisible as you think.” Her silence stretched, but Ezekiel wasn’t deterred. Instead, he took another step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. The proximity was calculated, his tone shifting to one of soft curiosity.

She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out. I climbed into the car with a smile of satisfaction on my face, and drove away.

The city outside had gone quiet, its hum softened by the winter night. Then, suddenly, her secure line pinged—a sharp sound that broke the silence like glass shattering. She reached for the screen. The message was brief, stripped of all ornament. Meet me. Midnight. Old market courtyard. Alone. No name. No number she recognized. Evelyn stared at the words, her heartbeat loud in her ears. The room seemed to grow colder, shadows lengthening against the walls. She closed the message slowly, her hand tightening into a fist. And in that moment, she knew with absolute certainty: the game was not over. It had only shifted to a darker field.

CHAPTER 120 — THE NAME THAT HURT The room went silent. Not the normal kind. Not the quiet they had grown used to. This silence felt sharp. Like something had just broken open. ⸻ Elias Voss. ⸻ Sienna stared at the screen. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Then started again too fast. ⸻ The name sat there. Simple. Black text against a bright monitor. ⸻ But it didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy.

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.