Silent Breath Sisters Novels & Stories

The pack house was quiet in the specific way that followed loud things. Xander carried Silas through the main entrance and the first thing he registered was the dust. It was everywhere — on the floors, on the windowsills, caught in the early morning light coming through the gaps where windows had been. Fine grey dust, slightly darker in places, with no smell and no weight. What was left of the Silent Sisters once the root frequency that had animated them stopped broadcasting. They'd collapsed all at once, Yemi told him later. Mid-movement, mid-reach, simultaneous. Just stopped and came apart, like the decision had been made somewhere else and the execution was instantaneous. Which it had bee

The Heart pulsed once, and from its depths, the voices of Kimberly, Selene, and every Keeper before her joined in a single, eternal harmony. The Echoes sang back. The stars hummed. The world breathed. And somewhere beyond time, in the quiet between sound, the First Silence smiled.

Thoughts about Selene’s death, about the Circle, about Isla’s mom, about the person who paid her to kill me and my baby, and about everything I didn’t understand about myself. “How do I quiet my mind?” I asked Priestess Tanya softly. She gave me a small smile. “You breathe. Close your eyes.” I obeyed her and closed my eyes. “Now,” she said, her voice gentle and steady, “Take a deep breath in through your nose.” I did as she said. “And let it out through your mouth.” She added. I let the breath out. I did it again. And again. Little by little, I started to feel calmer. The thoughts were still there, but they weren’t as loud as before.

Bubbles curls beside me, her heartbeat steady against my palm. Somewhere in the distance, I think I hear Silen singing again. It sounds low and mournful, but beautiful. A siren song meant for no one. It drifts through the walls like a promise. And for the first time in days, I sleep.

A quiet filled the village square, sharp and deadly. From the tree line, figures emerged. They moved with a unison that was deeply unnerving, their footsteps making no sound on the hard earth. They wore robes of grey and undyed wool, and their faces were placid, devoid of emotion. They carried no visible weapons, and their leader was a woman with hair the colour of frost and eyes that were the flat grey of a winter sky. The Silent Sisters. Alistair’s archivists. Ronan’s healers.

"I can hear them. They're... they're breathing." "It's the resonance, Leo," Hala said, her voice sounding like the rattling of dry seeds in a gourd. She was leaning heavily on a warrior, her golden eyes fixed on the three women standing on the altar. "The Sisters are the echo of every wolf who was ever cast out. These bones are their choir. They don't breathe with lungs; they breathe with the Void."

This woman truly is remarkable. She finishes her statement moving her chair back, the slightly muffled sounds from her shuffling around echoes through the mic, was the only noise to be heard. And that’s how Atlas Winters makes the world bow to her. This woman is a witch. Smiling, I nudge Jon beside me who’s gone completely silent, and his gaze settles on me, his mouth agape in shock. “Close your mouth and stop gapping at my woman.” I say glaring at him. “What was that?!”

My silly reactions go unnoticed. The next few seconds have me spiraling. My hands rub along the whole place, eager to find my balance. The constant shaking is to erase the tingling sensation the sinful object sends through my body. “No,” I manage a response. “Thanks, Sister.” It takes a few more seconds before I get back on my feet. I’m careful not to drop the dildo. The Sisters welcome me with gentle hymns, their voice is soft and angelic. The kind that makes you nod and introspect.

"Maybe cutting off your sister's medical bills will remind you of your place." At the mention of her sister, Nissa's head snapped up, eyes wide, face pale. Tears poured from her already red-rimmed eyes. She scrambled forward on hands and knees, clutching desperately at his pant leg, begging without words. Benjamin's expression did not change. Only the corners of his lips curled slightly, cold and cruel. The silence terrified her even more. She bent low, forehead to the floor, and began to beg in earnest. Each time her forehead hit the floor was harder than the last, until blood bloomed faintly against the tile.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.