Silent Brothers Novels & Stories

The sanctuary was quiet. It was that heavy, ringing silence that only happens right after a room has been loud, where the violence has cleared out and everyone left behind is silently checking their own bones and looking at one another to see who is still standing. Soren's fingers were still wrapped around the hilt of the silver blade he had wrested from the traitor. He wasn't holding it to use it. He just hadn't let it fall yet. Across from him, Lucian was flexing his fingers, testing the hand that had just been pierced.

Truly alone, for the first time since the war had landed on our doorstep. I walked to the center of the room, where a large, flat slab of silver-flecked obsidian served as a bed, covered in thick furs that looked like they had been plucked from the clouds. The silence here was absolute. It was a silence that didn't feel empty; it felt full, like a bated breath. "You’re staring again," I said softly, turning to find Silas watching me. He was leaning against one of the quartz pillars, his arms crossed over his chest. In the blue light of the sanctum, the scars on his torso looked like silver ink. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide as he tracked the way the silver light danced acr

Hence when he had told them to leave, they didn’t want to as they wanted to infiltrate the Silent Moon pack and somehow it seemed that they thought they could fight the workers there and then enter without a fight. Just some wild thoughts they could have after knowing that the Silent moon was one of the biggest and tightest packs to have had that kind of thoughts. He couldn’t let them walk away; he just saw each rogue as Derrick and just wanted them to feel pain same as Nathalia had felt those pains.

Silent's voice resonates with authority. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I speak in a nervous tone. "Silent, I need your help. I have a problem that needs to be taken care of discreetly." Silent's confident tone cuts through the air, "Tell me more. I specialize in solving problems of all kinds." Silent leads me through the darkness into an abandoned warehouse, shrouded in secrecy. We approach a group of men, their presence exuding danger and capability. Silent's voice cuts through the silence as he introduces each man to me. Blade, Viper, and Reaper, the best in their field. They possess skills that leave no trace behind.

“I'm sick of people babying me at all time.” “I understand, but the Silents are a real problem here. They are highly, trained, dangerous, and none of them have remorse. They sign up to horrible missions to kill, the be killed, all in the order of Alpha Kael. All of them are cowards, who would rather have their throats slit than talk about a single fact of their origin,” He tells me sternly. I've never heard someone describe them like that. I've been told to forget they exist, and let my Guards deal with it.

Metal screamed, glass exploded, and the world tilted before slamming to a halt. From the wreckage, the three of them emerged—not broken, but standing like they were carved from steel. Bloodied, bruised, but unyielding. And in front of them, five figures stepped out from the shadows. They were Silence. Black from head to toe—balaclavas, boots, gloves, tactical pants—uniform shadows of each other, their only mark the white serpent across their backs, glowing like a curse against the night. No weapons in their hands, no sound from their mouths. They didn’t need blades or guns. They moved like predators born from something not entirely human.

Silas chuckled and nodded at his brothers and they slowly dropped their hands. Sighing in relief, I asked, "So, here?" Silas pulled me forward, his brothers trailing behind me. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his palm covering my face as they led me deeper into the mountains. The sound of bubbling water grew louder, and my feet touched something wet, making me jerk back in fear. "Silas, what..." I started to ask, but he slowly removed his hand from my eyes, revealing a breathtaking sight.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

They seemed unusually cheerful, their voices filled with glee as they discussed how much money they were about to make. Peeking out cautiously, I saw the leader, a bald man with a gruff demeanor, directing his men as they carried a bulging sack. The sack wriggled—it wasn't just cargo. I didn't know how Stephen managed it, but he cried out, "Help!" as he struggled in the sack. The bald man swore loudly, "Dang it! Didn't you shut his mouth up properly?" His men scrambled to silence the voice, shoving the sack into the stairwell of their building.

She said as Silas continued to nuzzle Karla they were lost in each other. Storm turned to her family, “Uncle Tobi, Aunt Althea, Doltyn this is Silas SilverMoon, Beta to the SilverMoon pack, Blaze’s brother and my future brother-in-law. Ehem…” Storm cleared her throat. Silas paid them no attention, when he didn’t respond, she tapped the back of his head, nothing. Blaze took matters into his own hands. SMACK! “Hey! What the fu…fffuuuudge!” Silas yelled, quickly correcting himself.