Silence Is Golden Novels & Stories

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

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’.

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

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.

The silence that followed was so heavy it seemed to dampen the sound of distant traffic. "Answer her, Tobi!" someone from the back of the crowd hissed. "Tell them about the gold silk!" Tobi looked at Nike. He saw the way she looked at her watch a quick, nervous flick of the wrist. She wasn't looking for his truth; she was looking for a soundbite. "I... I..." Tobi started. The word felt like a jagged stone. "Take your time, dear," Nike said, though her eyes were scanning the crowd for a backup interviewee. "But remember, radio is a medium of sound. We need the 'why' behind the 'wow.'"

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

The moon glowed a full, golden hue, then dimmed to a peaceful silver. Elion looked at her, awe and sorrow mingling in his eyes. “You silenced silence itself.” Kimberly smiled weakly. “No. I just reminded myself that even silence has a sound.”

She was a prisoner in a cage of gold, and the bars were made of silent, impenetrable wealth. The overwhelming sense of opulence didn’t comfort her; it suffocated her, confirming the horrifying truth: she was trapped, miles from anything she knew, completely at the mercy of whoever owned this gilded prison. The silence was the most unsettling part – the profound, echoing silence that swallowed any thought of escape.

We were the silence coming after. And silence always wins.

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.