Silence Is Gold Book Novels & Stories

I chuckled to myself, as I was right, I still don’t really understand why I’ve been given such an amazing wolf when I’m nothing special. After I explained everything to Simone about Sapphire and her being a golden wolf with some abilities that she doesn’t yet know herself, she was nodding along to everything I was saying and only asking a few questions to get some clarification on what I meant. “This is very new for me; I’ve not known about a golden wolf in my many years as a witch and having my training. Have you researched anything further? Do you have any reading material regarding powers and what she may develop?” Simone asked Julius.

I needed to find out what was going on, and I needed to find out now. As I stepped inside the palace, I was immediately swept away by the grandeur of the place. The white marble interior gleamed with gold accents everywhere, making it look like something out of a dream. The palace was enormous, with big glass arch windows reaching all the way to the roof, allowing bright light to flood in and make the gold on the pillars and staircases shine even brighter. Whoever this king was, he sure loved gold. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the intricate gold patterns engraved into the pillars. They were so beautiful, almost mesmerizing. Without thinking, I reached out to touch one, wanting to fee

"Forget it, Grayson. I'm not severely injured anyway. Ray's still young, and she'll hate you for punishing her. I can understand. You mustn't argue with Sandy, and don't hit the pup, either!" Dad scoffed. "You're kind, but people won't appreciate it! If Ray doesn't get punished, she'll never learn to behave. I must teach her a lesson!" While Dad raged by himself in the living room, Mom walked into my bedroom. She quietly put my clothes and toys into a box. But before she could close it, Dad rushed in and knocked the box over. "Are you trying to hide Ray away? It's too late. The Silverlune Guards are already on their way. This time, I must teach you and your pup a lesson!"

However, my mother remained defiant and argued, "Please, there must be a misunderstanding here. James was the one who kept hollering in the hall using his status, even assaulting Harold. He's embarrassing Skymex Group. As his mother, I have a duty to discipline him—" "Don't bother! I'm not deaf!" Grandpa growled coldly, glaring at her in turn. "I heard every last word you said, so listen closely, Quincy Waltz—I'm still alive, and you won't even get to salivate over my company!" Ellie and Jennie quickly tried to defend my mother too. "Please, Grandpa. There's really a misunderstanding—" However, my grandfather slapped them each right then, barking, "Shut up! A couple of nobodies like you thin

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

The unhurried way he moved through the world, like someone who had made peace with it. “He has exactly what he wants,” she said. “I’m not sure I can say the same.” The silence that followed was the kind her mother deployed with precision — not empty, but full, packed with unsaid things arranged in careful order. Eleanor waited it out. She had spent her life learning to wait out her mother’s silences, and she had learned that the ones that lasted longest were the ones that contained something true that Vivienne had not yet decided how to handle. “Thanksgiving,” Vivienne said, finally.

‎ ‎Appearing as silence. ‎ ‎Always this. ‎ ‎Never not this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The silence that is. ‎ ‎The word that is. ‎ ‎The meaning that is. ‎ ‎The understanding that is. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The book is complete. ‎ ‎Without completion. ‎ ‎The story is over. ‎ ‎Without over. ‎ ‎The reader is awake. ‎ ‎Without waking.

Silas’s voice cut through the psychic roar, a jagged blade of sound. He was standing ten feet away, his legs braced against the stone, his hands outstretched as he poured his own Void-essence into the foundation of the barrier. The golden light was trying to find the cracks in our armor, trying to whisper to the wolf within him that the dark was a lie. But Silas was a pillar of roaring shadow, his eyes twin pits of absolute black that swallowed the golden reflection before it could take root. Below us, the valley was a nightmare of contrasting brilliance. Where the golden haze touched our violet mist, the air crystallized into jagged shards of "null-glass"—a byproduct of two opposing infinit

Normal volume, clear, carrying down the corridor the way voices carried in old stone buildings. She heard his chair. She heard his footsteps — the specific weight and rhythm of them that she knew by now the way she knew her own heartbeat. She stood in the nursery with Nora against her chest and looked at the wall and then at the mirror and kept her breathing even. The gold was stirring in her hands, warm and present, the way it stirred whenever something was wrong. She let it. She did not try to hold it back. If something had been in this room, the gold was the right response, and she was done apologizing to herself for having it.