Silent Beat Novels & Stories

"That sounds nice." "That's belief," he said simply. “I don't doubt what I don't see. I can feel it! ”He explained to her. He stood in front of her. "Close your eyes." He asked and Alissa obeyed after a moment's hesitation. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger. "Do you feel that?" She nodded. "What was that?" He wanted to know. "Your finger."

I promised, forcing steadiness in my voice when my lycan was howling restlessly. “Just… wait for me, little fawn.” “I will,” she whispered, fragile yet unwavering. “I will wait for you, Cassian.” For the rest of the call, we didn’t speak much. Our yearning filled the space between words, the quiet reassurance of being there. I listened to her voice, relief washing over me as it was the only thing keeping me alive. However, the silence after the call was unbearable! I kept sitting in the planning room alone long after the screen went dark, staring at nothing. The maps, reports, and suggestions, all blurred together, turning into a meaningless mess. My mind was stuck, looking for the mistake d

Seren POV “Don’t blink.” The words left my mouth before I even knew why. Everyone froze. Silas’s eyes widened. “Why?” “Because they’re waiting for gaps,” I said. “Tiny ones.” The air had changed again. Not pressure this time. Not silence. Stillness. A deep, unnatural stillness. Leaves hung mid-sway. The river’s surface looked… paused. Not frozen. Suspended. Kairos noticed it too. His voice dropped. “Time isn’t moving right.”

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.

Panicking, she fiddled with the volume control until the squealing stopped and everything became strangely clear. "How are they?" Jacqueline enquired. She jumped in terror, forgetting she could now hear. "Better than nothing," she signed with a slight smile. "I can actually hear what you say; my hearing had definitely deteriorated as your voice sounded muffled and quiet," she stated. "That is good, one step at a time; those are the strongest ones we have for now; in the future, we will do better," she explained, knowing these did not look good on her, but she was the second Luna with this condition, and they had to do their best to find something that would fit her.

Then, one fateful night, the sky turned crimson again. The Blood Moon had returned. But this time, it was not fire or fury that filled the air. It was silence. Every flame, every machine, every spark of light— they all went dark at once. The world froze. For the first time in centuries, humanity stood in pure darkness. And then— a heartbeat. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … All across the earth, people heard it. Not with their ears, but within.

Her voice suddenly grew hazy in his ears, his eyes unable to stray from Dylan's gaze in his direction. His legs couldn't take a step forward or move an inch as he stared back with mind going blank before he could get a full grasp of the situation. The voices screaming something he couldn't make out slowly got blocked out as he got swallowed by the darkness inside him. Not a sound, not a sight, just the emptiness swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but the repeated image of Dylan's core fizzling out for the next few minutes. "...le." "Kyle!" The echo infiltrated his head.

"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.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.