Robert Thier Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

Or a word. He hadn’t said a word since I followed him out. Not a threat. Not a taunt. Not even a glance. Which made me more uneasy than if he’d pulled a fucking gun. I knew silence like that—it was the kind of quiet that only ever came before a storm. And Lorenzo? He was the fucking hurricane that made it.

The kind of uncertainty that could swallow you whole. Black. Her eyes were black, but not the kind I usually associate with emptiness. Not like mine. Hers were layered, like a storm just barely held back. She’s chaos and calm, and it terrifies me more than anything else - because she makes me feel. And God, feeling has never been safe for me.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Something that had heard her words. The silence pressed in, heavy, suffocating. And then—nothing. Thorne’s lips parted, and she whispered into the emptiness: “Come then. If you dare.” The night answered only with silence. But something had stirred. Something that would not sleep again. —

As the sword rose, aiming at Thalia, withering in the pool of her own blood, I closed my eyes shut, my heart pounding hard against my chest. A thunderous growl rumbled from Cassian’s chest, and then the sword moved, followed by a gruesome cry of Thalia, as death finally clawed at her throat and silenced her for eternity…