Silent Brothers Novels & Stories

It was the only way he could rid of his raging emotions when it comes to the other boy. Kinsley being unable to link with the pack became the biggest disappointment to Skylar, unbeknownst to the boy in question. They shared the same birthday. That midnight of Kinsley’s twelfth birthday, Skylar was there, somewhere. He knew before that he couldn't communicate with anyone in the pack through the link but that night, he wished he would be able to once he achieved his primal shift.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Too good that the electric switch in located in the underground or else they will end up playing blind if those men turn it off. "Fire!" They heard his men shouted then fires endlessly over the elevator. In the holograms they can clearly saw what's going on in while they're hiding in that one room praying to survive. They saw bloods runs out, burst out of his men's bodies and spilled all over the wall, glass and floor.

I prayed silently that these were human witch hunters and that their senses were not enhanced like Silas's seemed to be. As we are both frozen in place a metallic click-clack echos through the trees like an ill fated whisper. "The end comes" I swear I heard the nature spirits whisper to me. It's not just guns they carry with them but cold iron traps. The hunters are methodical; I hear the click of a pin coming out of something, "What the?" "shh." Silas whispers. That's when we see it a grey mist taking over the grounds, salt iron grenades were rolling towards us.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

I didn’t smoke alright but I was used to staying in places with smoke. Blood on the sheets and screams was the first thing that appeared on the screen. Not long, four enormous men who seemed to be in their early twenties appeared on the frame. The large holes on their pinna and colored hair made it easy for me to see that they were from the Centaury street. What was more disturbing was the fact that they were naked. My eyes immediately caught sight of the familiar face right at the center of them caught as I violently pushed the chair I was sitting on back while I panicked switching the computer off. Causing the high pitch scream in the video to shoot out.

Matt plunged harder and faster in a wild, primitive rhythm that drove her higher and higher. Savannah clung to him in a fever of need, oblivious to the fact her nails were digging into his flesh. She felt as if he were lifting her out of herself to a realm where nothing existed but his hot, hard body filling her, possessing her. And she was totally unaware of the breathless plea for more escaping her as he captured the erotic sound with his mouth. She felt his great body shudder violently, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of explosive sensations swept her into an ecstatic oblivion.

“We can’t block it. If we jam the signal, Theron knows we’re onto him. Passive tap only. Get eyes on whatever they’re sending.” Sarah let out a short breath, almost a laugh but not really. “Yeah. No pressure.” Elena squeezed her shoulder once, quick and firm, before heading out. “You’ve got this. I’ll check on the others.” Down in the tracking alcove, the air smelled like damp stone and old wiring. Silas sat on the bench, both palms pressed flat against the cool surface. His small hands looked even smaller against the wide slab, but he kept them there, eyes half-closed like he was listening to something no one else could hear. Maya crouched beside him, her carved wooden wolf clutched in one

At that point, I just switched my phone off, no longer having any energy to reply. Meanwhile, the doctor helped me into the consultation room with my medical report in hand. Shaking his head, he said, "Your condition is still quite bad, Miss Palmer. You have to be mentally prepared. Don't let your emotions get too intense, or else you'll…" I smiled and nodded lightly at the doctor as I shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. "Yes, I understand. I've been using this artificial heart for years now, after all." Six years ago, Scott and I went overseas on vacation. However, enemies of his family had set an ambush in advance, and the two of us got kidnapped.

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.