Silent Breath Sisters Novels & Stories

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

I wanted to put my hands over my ears to block the sound. A familiar face was sitting next to Joseph. It was the girl wearing the yellow swimsuit at the swimming pool. Joseph's sister. I knew her name was Esther. I heard it in phone conversations between Luc and Joseph. Her phone was in her hands beeping nonstop but she was looking at me. Looking for a place to hide, I sat next to Esther. She turns her attention back to her phone. The room soon became noisy. Jacob and James talking about something, Precious and Luc doing their usual loud-whispering and Joseph watching Luc.

Her head throbbed. Why couldn’t she focus? Why did noises keep blending into each other? Why did faces look too bright? Why did sounds echo too loudly? She steadied herself on the wall, pressing her palm hard against the cool surface. “You’re fine,” she whispered. “You just need to stay calm.” But calm wouldn’t come. She felt the familiar pull ike threads in her mind slowly loosening, unraveling one by one. Over the mall speakers, faint background music drifted through the air. Then a tune floated by a soft melody, nothing special, and yet it made her freeze.

My lungs heaved, lungs burning as if I had sprinted miles. I whipped my head around, searching for Mom or that meadow. But… she was gone. Instead, I was in a room dimly lit by dozens of flickering candles. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and something metallic. A wide salt circle was drawn on the floor where I sat. And right outside the circle sat Cassian, along with two graceful, white-haired elders. All three had their hands joined, eyes closed, murmuring in a language that felt ancient, vibrating in my bones.

Still, for now, she let herself believe in the moment. Gabriel brushed his thumb over her knuckles. “When I was younger, I thought silence meant emptiness. Loneliness. But with you…” His eyes softened. “The silence between us is full. It’s alive. It’s everything I never thought I’d have.” Lucy’s lips curved, her tears slipping free at last. “Then let’s protect it. No matter what comes.” He drew her close, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Together,” he murmured.

Ten thousand voices muttered, rose, then hushed again as a sound rippled across the space. Not a horn this time. Bells. Clear, silver bells, chiming soft and sharp, notes so pure they cut through the tension and dropped it into silence. The Priestess had come. All heads turned. Even the crowd leaned forward, thousands of bodies shifting as one. She moved slowly, purposefully, as if the world itself must keep time with her steps. Bare feet pressed into the hot sand, white robes trailing behind her like spilled milk, untouched by dust. Her veil was thin, sheer enough to hint at her lips, her chin, the hollow of her throat. Gold chains draped from wrists and ankles, every motion of her body chi

“What did she do to them?” I touch Silas’s brow, cold with sweat. “What she had to.” Hoping not to see the tears stung in their eyes but could feel the pain at their heart --- **The Veil’s Whisper** In the silence, the crack in the sky pulses not moving no momentum everything just still and stuck *Not healed. Dormant and waiting for the next action to take Hoping to heal and be calm at peace at everything not minding the direction it takes and unfolds Waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ready to deliver at everytime

“Breathe. Feel the magic around you, not as something to be controlled, but as something to be understood.” I obeyed, shutting my eyes and taking a slow, deliberate breath. I let go of my frustration, allowing myself to feel the pulse of the forest, the gentle hum of life and energy that surrounded me. Gradually, my mind began to clear, the storm of emotions settling into a quiet, steady rhythm. “Now,” Sylvia’s voice was a soothing anchor, “try again.”

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

They heard Allison whispered from the other line. "What's going on? Who's chasing you?" Angelina couldn't stay calm and asked them. They can heard a loud footstep and gasp of breath of the two woman. They know that they're running. "The man in black suit." Olivia response before the call ended. Calista is starting to get terrified cause they knew that those men are after Olivia. According to Amber, they're hired by her mother to silent Olivia from releasing hundreds and hundreds of articles about Calista. She truly believed that Calista is a murderer that's why she really driven to stop everybody at all cost just to silent Calista and whoever supported her.