Silenced Book Novels & Stories

No one spoke. That was what Elena remembered most about the moment after the screen went dark, not outrage, not gasps, not chaos. Just silence. Thick, heavy, collective silence that pressed down on the room like a held breath. The kind of silence that meant people were thinking. The kind Helen had never prepared for.

⸻ Silence. 🌑 Ilyaan looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at the key. 🗝️ ⸻ “What’s inside?” ⸻ The Father remained silent. 💀 And that silence answered everything. ⸻ 🌙 The Name Nobody Spoke The Book of Origins suddenly opened. 📖✨ Its pages flipped violently. As if trying to stop something. ⚡ Then words began appearing. ⸻ MEMORY ZERO STATUS: SEALED

They had no faces, just smooth, reflective ovals. Their limbs were elongated, tapering to needle points. They didn't walk. They hovered inches above the ground, moving with eerie, frictionless grace. There were six of them. Silencers. The Architect’s elite guard. They glided toward me. They didn't speak. They didn't roar. They emitted a pulse of antisound. I felt it hit me. It wasn't just quiet; it was a dampening field. It wrapped around my mind, trying to smother the fire in my blood. It felt like being buried alive in wet sand. "You want silence?" I asked the lead figure. I flexed my wrists. The black wires holding me didn't snap. They evaporated. I vibrated my molecules so fast that the

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

( 12 years later ) Dust particles filled the air when I slammed the large, heavy book closed. A stressful groan escaped my lips as I angrily shoved it back on the shelf with the other books. "Anything?" I heard Darian's voice from the other side of the library. I shook my head and continued rummaging through the books, reading their spines. "There's gotta be something..." Darian mumbled as he pulled books off the shelves, opened them, and tossed the unhelpful objects somewhere behind him, yelling profanities at them. "Dammit! This is taking forever!"

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

The library was silent. Kael stood at the center of the room, the ancient book open before him. Its pages glowed faintly in the candlelight, the symbols shifting and rearranging themselves as if they were alive. Seraphine stood beside him, her voice steady as she read aloud from her notes. "The Child of Silence exists in a state of potential. It is not good. It is not evil. It simply... is. To redirect it, we must offer it something it has never experienced."

Elena's POV The silence in the penthouse following Silas’s departure was more than a lack of sound; it was a physical weight, cold and suffocating. I stood paralyzed in the center of the library, the leather-bound folder—the proof of his silent, calculated protection—clutched against my chest so hard the edges dug into my skin.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.