Silent Brothers Novels & Stories

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

"They're symbols. Each one represents a terror." "Terrors?" "The Arbiter is the voice. Cold, logical, unmovable. Then there's the Whisper, who knows your secrets. The Breaker, who destroys your body. The Weaver, who traps your mind. The Sorrow, who shows you your worst loss. The Hunger, who never stops chasing. And the Silence—the most dangerous. The one who erases you from memory." I listened. Took mental notes. "How do you fight symbols?" "You don't. You survive them. And you hope they lose interest."

She had nowhere else to go, so she suffered in silence. That pity had blinded him. It had become his excuse for everything she did. Not anymore. There were too many holes in Rainee's lies. He couldn't keep pretending he didn't see them. "Did you see Shiloh last night?" Manuel asked coldly. "Tell me the truth. What did you say to her?" Rainee froze, then covered her face and burst into tears.

In this family, women were either ghosts or trophies, but Eden had become a catalyst for a war I hadn't seen coming. Silas’s phone rang. He answered it with a quick German greeting, his expression shifting as he listened. Then, a slow, dark smile spread across his face, a look of pure, manic joy. "I got a little bunny to save," Silas said, hanging up. He reached over, snatched a piece of toasted bread from the center rack, and took a large, crunching bite. "See you later, Bruder." I stood up, my chair scraping harshly against the floor. "I'm coming with you."

The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. Too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. This silence pressed against my skull, heavy and suffocating, as if it knew the truth I had just learned. I shut the door behind me and loosened my tie, my fingers trembling. The words from Dr. Ramores echoed in my mind. 0% match. I walked further in, shoes clicking against the marble floor, until the faint sound of a cartoon caught my attention. Pedro.

The Konstantino family had owned it for years, though these days they tend to rent it out from time to time. I didn’t want to show it too much, but I was really excited about this trip. A whole weekend. Just the three of us? Yes, please. “Music?” I asked, reaching for the stereo. “Please, yes,” Kyler said from MY space in the front. “Silas has had us in silence for the past fifteen minutes like we’re driving to a funeral.” “Nothing bad with silence.” Silas defended. I scrolled through Sila’s carefully curated playlists and picked one randomly. It was soft instrumental and jazzy.

Dust rained from the ceiling as the psychic force rippled outward. Vale’s image flickered—but held. “On the contrary,” he said softly. “We revealed what you already were.” The console behind him flared. The chamber walls came alive—holographic overlays blooming into existence around them. Cells. Rows of them. Different sizes. Different species. Humans. Shifters. Children. Kiera choked. Ronan’s growl turned feral. “Project SILENT was misnamed,” Vale went on, voice smooth. “Silence was never the goal. Harmony was.”

Silent. Burning.

I lifted a hand and everyone stopped. Then a flashlight came on. “Well,” a familiar voice drawled. “That answers a few questions.” Silas stepped forward from the shadows, flanked by men I recognized and some I didn’t. All armed. All calm. It was another ambush. Reagan’s hand twitched. I caught it with my wrist - subtle, grounding. Not yet. Not this time. Silas’ eyes swept over us, lingering on me for half a second too long. "Sons of the council." He started, shifting the direction of the light. "All of you.. again."