Silent Breath Sisters Novels & Stories

Amy stood behind the podium, a confident smile on her face as cameras flashed and reporters jotted down notes. The room buzzed with mutters, the media eager to hear her announcement. "Thank you all for coming," Amy began, her voice smooth and authoritative. "I'm excited to announce that Richardson and Silvester Group will be merging. This union will create unprecedented opportunities for growth and innovation."

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

The "Eraser Wave" was not a wall of water or fire, but a wall of absolute silence that moved through the vacuum at a fraction of the speed of light. As it approached Aethelgard, the vibrant azure sky began to bleed into a dull, necrotic grey, and the liquid quartz oceans beneath us started to simmer with a frantic, jagged energy. I stood at the primary resonance console of the First Mother’s Breath, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, a rhythm I had to maintain as the universal metronome for the entire planet.

No phones, no music, no talking. A facilitator at the front spoke gently. “Today we walk in silence. Each step is a breath. Each sound is a message. You are not here to think—you are here to feel. Midway through, you’ll find a basket of reflection stones. Pick one. Let it speak to you.” They began the slow walk into the forest—Kingsley and Katherine near the middle of the group, Devon and Carolina just a few paces behind them. The hush was sacred. Leaves whispered underfoot. Wind moved through the branches like a sigh.

Sybil moves to the middle, her eyes shut as she chants an incantation, her hands hovering over the mat. "Your thoughts should be peaceful, imagine watching the waves. Shut your eyes if it would help you concentrate. Breathe in..." The window panes fly open; a soft whirling sound follows as a gust of wind sweeps past me, sending my hair into a tousled mess. It drifts to Dominic, then Ashton, and finally the mat. "Breathe out..." I let out a deep exhale, and the crystal beads scatter, flying around the room. Sybil clears her throat, that poker-faced expression hiding whatever emotion she feels behind those grey eyes as her gaze pins mine.

Deep enough to make him weep. He stayed like that for a long time. At the ridge, the silence broke. Not violently. Not loudly. Just… differently. Siran stood. She didn’t speak. She didn’t raise her hands. But her presence shifted. And across the bloom’s inner ring, several spirals bloomed without light only color. Deep grey. Soft blue. Violet like old bruises healing beneath skin. Those gathered stepped back instinctively. “What is she doing?” someone whispered. “She’s calling it,” another answered.