Silenced Book Novels & Stories

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.

Until I heard my name. "Alveera?" I called back in surprise as I saw her walking towards us. "Hey guys. Can I talk to Ariana for a second?" She asked making Alfred and Andy excused themselves. "You asked for this" she said gesturing towards me the books I asked for. I was goddamn Happy. "Keep it safe and make sure none of the gamma catch you with it, you'll get me in trouble." She advised but I was too stunned to do anything, I didn't even know when she left after giving me the books. I ran to Andy and Alfred who was waiting outside.

I'll be back. I know. You better be. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she didn't understand. Opened it. Read the first page. The words still blurred. She kept reading.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

Chapter 18: A blank page The morning after the party the Brooklyn warehouse felt really big and quiet. The smell of the party was still fancy perfume and fresh flowers. It was like a memory that would not go away. Elena was sitting at her desk watching a boat move slowly across the East River. The water was dark. The boat was making it all frothy and white. On her computer she was looking at how books she had sold and what people were saying about The Vow of Silence.. The numbers did not seem as important as the ring on her finger and the quietness of the room.

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.

Her lips parted, moving silently, forming a single word that only a mate could read. Please. A heavy silence dropped over the chamber, the roaring of the magic fading into nothing as the world narrowed down to the cold steel in my hand, the desperate look in Ronald's eyes, and the girl who needed me to end her torment. My finger settled against the trigger, the metal freezing cold against my skin, my breath catching in my throat as I took a deep, final bre ath. I pulled the trigger.

Athena said breaking the silence inside the office as she put them in front of him, he read the titles of the books: Changing the subject, Athena presented him with books she had brought for him along with her mother's book. He knows these books by heart, epically the last one. It was his favorite book. But how did she know his taste? How did she know that he even reads- used to read? The realization hit him like a wave, diverting his attention away from the books. "You went through my things? I didn't think you were that interested in being a detective," Nyx said darkly, his aura shifting in the small room.

It hurt me to change her expression but I had to do it. She turned her back to me, looking ahead while wrapping her hands around her body. “I don't wanna talk about it right now “ She says bottling up her feelings but I couldn't let that happen I watch her shrink into her shell, that lively lady turning into her usual shy self “I thought you wrote that book about that shy girl who had dyslexia and uh…what was it?” I say trying to recall one of her books I had gone through “When The Silence Speaks” She replies quietly