Silent Breath Sisters Novels & Stories

“We can’t risk him walking in on this.” One sister, dark-haired, eyes like polished jet, took a pinch of silver ash from a pouch and scattered it in a perfect circle. The ground hissed where it landed. The other began chanting, her voice low and steady, weaving the air with each syllable until the space around them felt heavier, pressing in on lungs and bones alike.

I walk barefoot into the clearing. The silence is absolute. Fifty people—men, women, non-binary, old, young—form a perfect circle around the altar. They are all wearing haptic devices. Wristbands. Collars. Some have the full suits. They are linked. "Network synchronized," Echo announces from the portable speakers they’ve rigged up. "Latency: Zero." I climb onto the altar. It’s covered in crushed wildflowers. The scent is overwhelming—sweet, green, dying things mixed with the heavy musk of fifty unwashed bodies waiting for salvation.

A braid of what you touched once and did not forget. I stretch. Not to encircle. To align. And I will hold you Only if your movement remains gentle enough to welcome everything unspoken. Lila We didn’t mark dusk with flame. We marked it with breath. Six exhales. One shared silence. The ground held. Echoform sat. Vathil shimmered once beneath the tree. And when I whispered: > “Are we ready to let rhythm live without direction?” No one answered. Because answering would have disrupted what had finally arrived.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

“In that case we have a deal, 2000 gems for the location” I shake her hand. “And remember when you get caught, I’m not part of this,” I nodded. “Welcome to Woman Revolution R…” “Siren,” I corrected her. “Then welcome Siren,” she said with a smile.

I started calming my heartbeat because it was beating so fast due to the sudden outburst. "ASALAMU ALAIKUM” All of them chorused while making their presence in my room, never in my life did I think about them to show up now but seriously guys no one in the world should have these kind of crazy friends like I do who used to give people around them a mini heart attack. “Walaikum salaam” I replied glaring at them for disturbing my peaceful sleep. "Ohhh.... someone was dreaming about her prince charming, did we disturb you my love.” zeeni(zeenas) teased.

he shouted back his response. We were doing a pretty good job until Alveera was hit by the small staff. She yelled as the electricity travel through her.. I got distracted and I was hit too. remembering all the pain have gone through and sacrifices that I've make. I felt rage travel through me and radiate, they all yell as I set out my anger, I felt myself squeezing their mind.They all gasp holding their heads.

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!"

"We can use it wisely or…." I turned to Elizabeth again and couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. She was flailing her arms like a furious mime, mouthing furious insults that had absolutely no effect. Her expression was wild as she lunged as if to grab my hair, but her body barely moved like she was glued to that spot. "Can she still hear us?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Oh yes," the priestess smirked. "It’s a Silent Stone. She can see and she can hear. She just can’t do anything about it."