Robert Thier Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

"We end this. Now." And I believed him. Because when a storm has gone on too long, even silence becomes a scream. And we were done screaming.

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.

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’.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

They were a pair of monsters ready to devour the world. "We won't sleep tonight," Mavric whispered between kisses. "We'll plan Silas White's downfall.” “And tomorrow, the world will learn that touching Liora Thorne is the last mistake they'll ever make." Liora smiled a beautiful yet deadly smile. "Let's go, Mavric. Let's burn them all to the ground." Outside the building, a massive storm began to gather over the London sky, as if nature itself knew that tomorrow, history would be permanently changed by the world's strongest and most dangerous couple.

Dead. "Together," Silas’s voice echoed in her mind, but it was distorted, layered with the high-frequency hum of the Creator. "In the Silence, we are finally... one." But Lyra Thorne had spent three years learning how to live in the dark. She knew that the Silence was not a sanctuary; it was a harvest. She reached up, her fingers closing over Silas’s wrist, her own violet blood slick against his marble-white skin. She didn't try to pull the blade out. She pushed herself further onto it.

But her breath moved the air around her like wind through wheat. She turned when she felt me. “The Spire has shown me your name,” she said. “Not the one you were given. The one you’re growing into.” I didn’t ask what it was. I didn’t need to. Some names are not meant to be said aloud. Only lived. As midnight approached, the Silence-Storm returned. This time, I met it on the threshold. I did not brace. I opened. And as it passed through me, I felt: the warmth of a hand I had never held

“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.”

Standing on the edge of existence. Nova suddenly realized something. The Second Silence had changed. Because of her. Because of their conversations. Because of choice. And the Third Silence hated it. The heartbeat returned. BOOM. Not from the sky. Not from reality. From the Third Silence himself. BOOM. The city cracked. BOOM. The silver tower trembled. Then the Third Silence smiled once more. A terrible smile. A smile that promised catastrophe. And quietly said: "Then let us see what survives the end."

I locked t‌h‍e Alp​ha out of my h⁠ea⁠rt. The new order was here. An‍d⁠ I would‍ be the silenc‍e in t⁠he center of th⁠e storm⁠.