Silent Breath Sisters Novels & Stories

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

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.

The rise and fall of their chests synchronized as they found solace in the rhythm of their breaths. Sukoon nestled her head against Vihaan's chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart, which seemed to beat in harmony with her own. They revealed in the quiet intimacy, finding solace in the silence that spoke louder than words ever could. Their connection was profound, a dance of souls in perfect harmony.

Kathrine and Brayan joined this heavy aura. “Why? Who is this?” Miles jeered. “I don’t know, but she is freaking awesome.” “Listen to this,” she tuned in to the radio channel, and RJ Shanaya recited the same line I posted this morning. If you’re committed to somebody, you don’t allow yourself to find perfection in someone else. “She is freaking good. She works under the name Breathless, and I have been listening to her for the last week. You should tune in too.” Raya pulled my hand and winked.

Slowly, deliberately, he drove himself deep inside her. Selah’s eyes fluttered shut as a high, broken cry echoed through the quiet study. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he began a slow, heavy, and devastatingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was a silent vow, a physical manifestation of the promise resting on her left hand. They moved together in a seamless, perfect harmony, completely consumed by the fire they had built, entirely untethered from the rest of the world.

​The transition to a quiet life had been successful, or so we told ourselves. Our cottage, perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Zaros Sea, was isolated enough to feel like a sanctuary. But silence in our world was rarely an end to the story; it was usually just a pause. ​It started on a Tuesday night. The coastal town of Oakhaven was quiet, the only sound of the rhythmic pulse of the tide against the rocks below. Julian was in the small shed we used for repairs, fiddling with an antique shortwave radio he had salvaged from a local scrap heap. He liked the static—he said it reminded him of the white noise he used to hear when he was linked to the network.

Tonight’s stream was their boldest yet: “The Sisters’ Private Ritual.” The studio was dimly lit with warm golden lights. Soft, haunting music played in the background. Sophia and Aurora stood together in the center, oiled and glowing, wearing nothing but their matching silver collars and delicate gold chains that traced down their bodies, connecting their pierced nipples to their clits. Sophia looked into the main camera with a confident, sultry smile. “Tonight, we’re not performing for strangers,” she purred. “We’re showing you what we do when the family comes together… and inviting you inside our darkest secrets.”

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.