Silence Is Golden Novels & Stories

Behind his eyelids, the Utterance stirred with ancient, weary understanding. Before I asked WHY, the nine-billion-year-old consciousness whispered, there was Silence. Not emptiness. Silence. The Silence that precedes every word. The Silence that makes speech possible. Without the pause before a sentence, the sentence has no beginning. Without the Silence before creation, creation has no origin. "The Silence is not our enemy," Jack said, opening his eyes. "It is eating our choir," Marcus growled.

I said. The silence that enveloped the Astropheles was a new kind of silence. It wasn't the tense hush of hiding, the profound void of the Stillness, or the grim quiet of a battlefield after the fight. This was a deep, resonant, and utterly peaceful silence. The silence of a story that had reached its natural, satisfying conclusion. The universe hummed along without us, a symphony of self-sustaining narratives, and we were finally, truly, audience members.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

“I sang while cooking. While walking. While hiding from collapsing stars.” Her voice lowered further. “Eventually he started humming back.” Something inside my chest hurt beautifully. Because healing often begins exactly there. Tiny answers to kindness repeated long enough. Seraphine stared toward the horizon thoughtfully. “The Silence despised music.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” “Because songs prove someone was heard.” The Quiet Stars brightened instantly overhead. Silver-gold lanterns drifting warmly across the sky. Seraphine smiled sadly at them. “The Silence could survive grief. Even fear.”

The interior of the luxury sedan was a silent, moving vault speeding through the pitch-black, fog-choked roads of upstate New York. The rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers against the glass was the only sound breaking the heavy quiet, clearing the thick mist that threatened to swallow the vehicle whole. In the backseat, Vivian’s entire body was locked in a state of hyper-focused paralysis.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

"When you're in trouble, you can use it. Call me right away." Sheepishly, the birthday boy opened the box and found a small device—a mobile phone. A tear fell from his eye as he caressed the brand new gift. He's always wanted one, but he's always too shy to ask the Alpha. The Silver Pack Alpha runs a small company, the primary source of income for the whole pack. Every month, the members, especially the non-working younglings would write their wish list and, if agreed by the council, the list can be approved, granting and buying whatever a young werewolf asks. Kinsley however has always kept to himself and not once tried to submit his own list.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. We walked in silence for the last stretch of road, my inner dialogue calling myself every kind of idiotic for asking that. I already knew that Misty would’ve used that chance to get what she wanted, but now I had it confirmed. Whoever first coined the phrase, ignorance is bliss, had it right. I had to fight back tears yet again, trying not to think about it.

"Can you stop? You're making my head spin!" Celestine, who had been pacing back and forth, fell silent and looked at Lilyana with annoyance. "Lily, come on! You're telling me to stop thinking? While you just relax," Celestine grumbled. "You're so cruel. Don't you respect my heartbreak? I just got cheated on, Cele! And turn off that annoying phone of yours, it keeps ringing!" Celestine snorted. She then slammed the tab in her hand onto the bed Lilyana was sitting on.

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.