Novel & Cerita Silence Is Golden

"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.

the Goddess’s weapon, just as he had been unwoven in the Void. Aethelred looked at his hands, which were beginning to turn into dust. "Impossible. The silver is absolute." "The silver is a cage," Silas said, reaching out to grab Aethelred’s throat. "And I have already learned how to break the bars." With a final, earth-shaking roar, Silas unleashed the full power of the Shadow-Gold. A pillar of violet and gold energy erupted from his chest, consuming Aethelred and the silver spear in a blinding, celestial eclipse.

The silver-and-gold engine we had hijacked from the platform flared to life, sending a pillar of pure, industrial defiance into the dark. ​The Silence was here. And we were going to make it go deaf. ​The predator has arrived, and it eats reality itself.

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Nolan didn’t say a word. His first move was to call for the doctors. A medical team rushed in and immediately performed a full examination. Even Horace Greystone, Alpha of Silverglade Pack, squeezed into the room. When he heard I was pregnant, his face went completely ashen. "Don’t worry," the doctor finally said, wiping sweat from his brow. "The mother and baby are both stable. She’s just suffering from shock and silver poisoning. Once we cleanse the toxin and treat the wound, there’ll be no harm to either of them."

He paused, the ghost of Dominic's world threatening to intrude. "Not that gold," Silas said quietly, understanding immediately. His hand found Leo's shoulder, a gentle anchor. "Tell me about this gold." Leo leaned into the touch, drawing strength from it. "Warm gold. Living gold. Like honey and wheat fields and the inside of a seashell. It made the water look like molten amber, and I thought—I thought about how far we've come. How different everything is now." Silas was quiet for a long moment, studying the canvas with the same intensity he'd once reserved for scanning crowds for threats. But now that intensity was focused on understanding, on seeing what Leo saw.

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

And as my quartz fist shattered the first silver mask, I realized the Gilded Toll was right. Lies are light. But the silence of a stone heart is the only thing heavy enough to win a war.