Silence Is Gold Book Novels & Stories

“Isolde’s powers… whatever they are… are waking up. Sir, she caused a complete power failure in the east wing. Lights exploded above her. The residual readings—” “We don’t speak of readings here.” Ronen’s voice cut like a blade. “Continue.” “She touched a switch and the spark wasn’t blue,” the teacher whispered. “It was… gold.” The room fell silent. Gold. Even speaking the color felt forbidden. Gold belonged to the Bloodseer. Gold belonged to the night every pack learned to fear. Gold belonged to the girl who burned herself into light and tore the Shadow King out of existence. Gold belonged to Rain. Not to a stranger. Not to a Redwood student.

I quickly grabbed my coat from the back of the chair and picked up my bag and my phone and then turned off the lights in my office before leaving. My mind was blank, I couldn't come up with anything to think so I just focused my eyes on the road instead. My heart feels heavy with disappointment and I'm suddenly not in the mood to go home. I took a U-turn and drove to my favorite spot in the world, to have some alone time. Ten minutes later, I pulled up beside the road. I got out of the car and walked towards the stone bench nearby and sat down. The thing about this place that I absolutely love is the view. You can see the golden gate bridge from this point and just silently listen to the dis

Olivia was like a limpet. "Seriously, do you have any idea how long I've waited for you? Three years! I thought I'd be waiting forever! "What were you thinking, ditching a gold mine to moon over some guy? You've been head over heels for three years, acting like a total doormat. Are you out of your mind? You could've been rolling in dough by now! "I told you, guys are just speed bumps on the road to riches!" Her words buzzed around me, but I just grinned.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

It was a rhythm that was soft, yet powerful, a reminder that even in the silence, there was music to be found. 🌸 Shall we keep winding into Part 65? Just five chapters ‘til seventy’s bloom. Perhaps someone begins collecting these sound snippets into a podcast of healing—or Yam and Franc consider creating a second studio space dedicated to silence and recovery. Say the word—I’m right here beside it.

And for just a moment—the flood stopped. The pages of the giant book curled backward like flapping wings. The bloody image of Camela on the first page screamed as its face split open into a thousand cracks. The whispers grew louder than ever before—desperate and furious this time: “You chose silence. Then silence shall be your fate.” Every book in the library slammed shut simultaneously with a sound that thundered like bones breaking apart. And then—darkness. A total, smothering, and overwhelming silence enveloped them both.

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.

The fog crept into the forest like an old, tattered curtain, wrapping around every leaf, every stone, every footprint in a veil of gray silence. The damp air clung to the skin, thick with the scent of earth, moisture, and something ancient—something long forgotten. I could feel tiny droplets of condensed dew collecting on my eyelashes as I walked alongside Merlin. We were both already exhausted—drained by everything that had been unfolding around us.Not a single word was spoken. It felt as though even a stray thought would echo like a gunshot in the thick hush around us.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.