Silent Battles Novels & Stories

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

“Neither side has tried anything—for now. It’s like… silence. Tense, expectant silence. As if everyone’s waiting for the other to make the first mistake.” I narrowed my eyes, leaning back slightly, absorbing the words. That calm, that lull—it didn’t feel right. I knew better. Wars never paused on a whim. Something was simmering under the surface, and whatever it was, it wasn’t simple caution. It was deliberate, calculated. Dangerous. “Silent doesn’t mean safe,” I said, low, a hint of warning threading my tone. “Something’s coming. You know it. I can feel it.”

Stretching far beyond the tree line. Farther than I could count. The sight sent a chill through everyone on the wall. Blackthorn's warriors were outnumbered. Badly. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the silence. No battle cries. No orders. No conversations. Just thousands of glowing soldiers marching forward without making a sound. Like ghosts. Like memories. Like something pulled from a forgotten age. A horn sounded from within the formation. One deep note echoed across the valley. The Watchers stopped.

"One absence experienced from a thousand perspectives." "If that is true," Katherine said, and her voice dropped to the register she used when she was about to deliver news that would ruin everyone's day, "then we are not fighting an invading force. We are living inside one. The Silence is not coming through the membrane. The Silence is the space that the membrane exists in. We have been building our choir inside the belly of something that is now waking up." The compass burned. Jack closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids, the Utterance stirred with ancient, weary understanding.

Wren sat frozen beside us, the ledger clutched so tight against her chest that her knuckles had gone white even in the dim light filtering weakly through the cracks of the hidden latch above. Then, gradually, the sounds of fighting began to thin. Fewer voices. Fewer clashes of steel. And finally, a silence that felt different from the terrified stillness we'd been holding — a silence that felt, somehow, like the end of something rather than the terrible pause before more violence. Footsteps approached the latch above us, slow and heavy, and I braced myself, ready to press myself over Lena's small body one final time if it came to that. The latch lifted.

The entire underground city shook violently. The first Alpha cursed. “He’s going alone.” Kael’s voice exploded through the bond seconds later. “Oh my God—” Screaming erupted through the connection. Gunfire stopped instantly. Then came the soldiers’ terrified voices. “What is that?!” “FALL BACK!” “HE’S NOT HUMAN!” The system projected the battlefield automatically. And my blood ran cold. Silas walked through silver bullets without slowing down. The shadows around him swallowed every attack before it touched him. Council soldiers collapsed around him like paper.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

He wasn’t fighting for me. He was fighting because of me. Because whatever this was between us — love, curse, obsession — it didn’t save people. It burned them. And maybe I was next. ⸻ -MALRIK KAINE- There’s a kind of silence that only comes after too much noise. Gunfire, metal, bones — they all blend into one sound after a while. And after that, there’s only breathing. Theirs. Then mine. I don’t remember who fired first. It didn’t matter.