Silent Bond Novels & Stories

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.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

"The Silent are not a disease. They are a memory. They are the 'Base-Line' of what we were. If you isolate them, you kill the diversity of the species." "Diversity is not found in the Dark, Avery," Kael’s response arrived, carried by the vibration of the obsidian-bark around her. "The Vaults are reservoirs of the 'Old Static.' You hold onto the 'I' as if it is a treasure, but in the 'I,' there is only the capacity for the Ledger. We see the shadows of the Thorne-era growing in the Silence. We see the 'Hoarding-Drive' beginning to flicker in their neurotransmitters."

"It’s called silence. People used to pay a lot of credits for it back in the Old Era." "It feels like being hollowed out," Sofia whispered, pushing herself up. Her muscles groaned, a slow, dull ache that felt entirely too real. "I keep waiting for the pulse. That rhythmic thud that tells me the grid is active. Now, all I hear is my own heart. It’s slow. It’s... pathetic."

⸻ The sterile white walls of the clinic felt colder than the autumn wind outside. Serena sat on the hard plastic chair, the silence in the room pressing down on her like a heavy fog. The small paper cup of water trembled in her hands, forgotten as her thoughts raced faster than her heartbeat. Triplets. The word echoed in her mind, surreal and overwhelming. Three lives growing inside her — each a fragile spark of hope and fear tangled together. Serena’s breath hitched, her gaze dropping to the smooth curve of her abdomen that was still hidden beneath her loose blouse.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

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!"

"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.

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

The cold wasn’t just from the stones, but it was also from the bond. It sat in my chest like an ice, radiating a chill that made my fingers numb and my thoughts slow down. The initial, searing pain had subsided, leaving behind a deep, sick ache. But worse than the physical pain, there was total silence from the bond. The bond wasn’t just quiet; it was ashamed, it pulsed with a thick remorse that felt nothing like my Silas, but felt like a stranger.