Shattering Silence Book Novels & Stories

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

Silas—Silas’s shadows were climbing toward me, trying to reach me, to pull me back. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not until it was done. The pit closed. The light vanished. Silence fell like a blade. And then— The world shattered. The window exploded outward, shards of glass scattering like dying stars. The force threw me backward, my body hitting the stone with a sickening crack. For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. Everything was soundless except for the faint rush of blood in my ears. Then—footsteps. Rhett was first through the door, wild-eyed, blood streaked. He dropped to his knees beside me, his hands trembling as they hovered over my chest.

If I shout out some thoughts now, will he be able to hear them? Nathan! I shouted in my head. I waited for his movement to stop or slow down, or some sort of indication he heard me. Nothing. Nathan! I'm over here! I tried again, desperate this time, but there was no sign that he heard me. Taking a deep breath, I sat myself down on the cot and focused on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Now my mind was cleared, I tried one last time. My felt my mind l**k with his as I poured all my energy into communicating with him.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

Silence returns. But it is no longer suffocating. It is shelter.

“I already am.” The whisper left her lips like the ghost of a promise that would never stop bleeding. And then everything inside her shattered. Her legs gave out. She didn’t fight it. She sank slowly to the floor, the cold seeping into her skin as her fingers trembled against the wood. The silence swallowed her. Not the soft kind..the violent kind. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that came after a funeral, after a gunshot, after a door slams and doesn’t open again.

I set the sharp point against the dark slate, carving Chapter 175 with a deep, steady, and victorious stroke: ​Power does not always end with a roar or a violent crash; sometimes it ends with a quiet shattering—the simple, collective refusal of an entire city to be afraid any longer. They spent five years trying to lock the truth in vaults and silence our voices in the dark. But today, the keys are on the table, the doors stand wide open, and the slate is clean. Chapter 175: the storm has passed, the silence is broken, and the page is ours forever.

Darkness swallowed the room. For one second, nobody moved. Then Zara heard Adrian’s voice. “Zara.” His hand found hers immediately. She held on. Hard. “I’m here.” “Stay behind me.” “You say that every time.” “And you ignore me every time.” Under different circumstances, Zara might have smiled. Instead, she heard another sound. A sharp crack from somewhere outside. Samuel cursed under his breath. “Get down.” Adrian pulled Zara toward the floor just as glass shattered across the living room.

Anna's POV Derrick’s words hung in the suffocating darkness of the ruined chamber, and the absolute silence that followed was louder than the chanting inside my head. His bare fingers were still resting against my burning neck, and the raw, heavy wave of grounding energy flowing from his skin was the only thing keeping my mind from splintering into a million pieces. The relief was intoxicating, a sweet, dark poison that tempted my human heart, making my inner wolves stop their frantic pacing and lean greedily toward his touch.

Every breath was a shard of glass in my throat. My ribs were broken. Bloody foam frothed at my lips, staining the white marble crimson. "Can't you just be quiet? Do you want to drive her insane?" My father, Victor, roared so loud the whole mansion seemed to shake. I wanted to tell him it was an accident, but my throat was full of blood. I couldn't make a sound. By the shattered glass table, my sister, Chloe, was curled into a ball, hands clamped over her ears, letting out a piercing scream.