Silence Storm Novels & Stories

Theo swallowed as they all kept their eyes down the edge of the moutain. The steam had covered up the area below the mountain making it hard to tell if they could escape with a jump down or even know how far away they were from the ground. He swallowed back anxiously and turned to Theo who searched around them for something, he watched him pick a stone off the ground and go back to the edge to drop it. They all listened in silence for the fall of the stone but after a dragged long minute of nothing, Theo had to ask. "Did you guys hear anything?"

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

CCIII: S2 - THE TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE 1 (CHAOS AND HIS SWORD) Back At Armageddon: The silence that followed the transformation was heavier than the storm that had preceded it. Armageddon stood utterly still. The winds that had been howling moments ago faded into a low whisper across the cracked land. Ash drifted lazily through the air like dying snow. Even the ground, which had trembled beneath the chaotic eruption of power, had grown quiet again. But the quiet did not bring relief. Because everyone present could feel it. Something had changed.

“This is the next step. Not control. Not dominance. Harmony. Your boy is the conductor. He understands the silence. He can teach them to hold a single, perfect note forever. No more pain. No more loneliness. No more ‘Shhh’ because there will be nothing left to say.” Lucas’s hand on Elena’s back tightened. “You call that living? They’re not children. They’re furniture.” “They’re safe,” Silas said, and for the first time, a flicker of real passion showed in his calm eyes. “I watched my brothers create nothing but pain. Julian broke what he touched. Marcus obsessed over details while the whole design burned. I learned from their noise. The only way to save the family was to quiet the storm.” He

Even though she was hardly breathing, she was still able to release her extreme fear. Kalen's huge drop of sweats began dropping from his forehead as Tarah's scream echoed inside his head. He could only do nothing but gulp amidst the tightening force on his neck. He already knew what was happening. There was a pin drop of silence after the small cottage was ravaged. The storm had calmed down. But it cannot guarantee their safety. Because that silence was only a beginning of the real storm. The chain slowly curled back towards Purple Smoke. The electrifying, lightning bolts surrounding its length created a popping, dangerous sound that if someone would touch it even at the tip of their finger

*"But you clung to *meat*." Eden's hand finds mine. His blood is cold. "Don't... listen..." The girl sighs. *"Tiresome."* She flicks her wrist, and Eden's ribs *crack*. Something snaps. The storm isn't dead-it's been *sleeping*. It wakes. --- **The Storm's Answer** Lightning erupts, not from the sky, but from the Silence itself. The static in me harmonizes with it, a dissonant shriek that makes the girl recoil.

He signs off with SyR. Valerie Storm: Natural red head. blue eye. Silas's fledgling. She was drunk when turned and woke up with her memory blank of the night before- luckily she remembered and took it easier than most would. Due to being Silas's fledgling she has a deep bond with him and shares his hatred and other feelings towards others. She especially picks up on his feelings about Lyle rather easily. Her ability to pick up on Silas's emotions was a power given to her due to her circumstances of being drunk while turned. Her emotions will always be unbalanced due to Silas's emotions around her. Her nickname is Stormy/Story.

But her breath moved the air around her like wind through wheat. She turned when she felt me. “The Spire has shown me your name,” she said. “Not the one you were given. The one you’re growing into.” I didn’t ask what it was. I didn’t need to. Some names are not meant to be said aloud. Only lived. As midnight approached, the Silence-Storm returned. This time, I met it on the threshold. I did not brace. I opened. And as it passed through me, I felt: the warmth of a hand I had never held

She turned to grab her cigarette and found it’d burned out in the ashtray, so she lit another and kept it between her fingers, so she wouldn’t forget about it. “The problem is that being the storm feels fucking good,” Jim was saying. “And you know what? I’m a hell of a storm!” People went crazy yet again. “You’re my storm of love, Jim!” cried an invisible girl. Silvia couldn’t help an honest smile, that Jim seemed to mirror as he turned to the girl. “I’m honored, young lady,” he said. “Honored!” Silvia repeated, scoffing. “Son of a bitch.” Jim looked up to keep talking and Silvia fell silent like the crowd.

Or a word. He hadn’t said a word since I followed him out. Not a threat. Not a taunt. Not even a glance. Which made me more uneasy than if he’d pulled a fucking gun. I knew silence like that—it was the kind of quiet that only ever came before a storm. And Lorenzo? He was the fucking hurricane that made it.