Silent Brothers Novels & Stories

"No! He doesn't know what he's saying! Philip, listen to me, I can explain—please, let me explain!" Philip looked like a demon straight out of hell. His voice was ice. "A wench? What did you two do to Grace?! You both deserve to die!" At that moment, his parents rushed in with the family doctor. Laila threw herself into their arms, crying out in fear, "Please help us! Philip's gone crazy!" The doctor quickly injected Philip with a sedative. He collapsed instantly. However, the effect only lasted two hours. Philip woke up, dazed. He sat up and looked around in confusion—then suddenly remembered and tried to stand.

Salvatore stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, a glass of untouched whiskey in his hand. Joseph Conti. The new don of the Conti family. People called him ‘the Ghost’ because he could erase a person from every record, as if they had never existed. Salvatore and Joseph had never crossed paths. The Vitale family controlled Sicelia, while the Conti family ruled San Camptonia. With the entire Therenia Sea stretching between them and keeping their worlds apart, they had nothing to do with each other. Even so, Salvatore knew about Joseph's connection to Irene.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

“I can hear it at night. Like a lullaby. Wake up. Wake up.” Creek nods. “The big Tree can’t reach that far alone. It’s too old. Too rooted here. But Hope can. Hope is… wireless.” Silas looks up from his bowl. “Null was made to stop that,” he says quietly. Everyone looks at him. He doesn’t shrink. “That’s why they cut me out. I wasn’t just rot. I was a silencer. The first pack was afraid the forest would think for itself.” Jonah, sitting next to him, pats his arm. “It’s okay. You’re not a silencer now.”

She gestured to Mateo, "Please continue. I promise no one will interrupt." Nothing could disguise the exhaustion and worry in Mateo's face while he spoke. "We are plagued by a spirit known as El Silbon. He is a pale giant with a wide-brimmed hat and on his back a bag of bones. He whistles through the night air looking for victims." "Pfft," Theria scoffed, "We have spiritual experts for that stuff." Grace silenced her with a single glare and motioned for Mateo to continue. "We have tried all of our rituals and prayers, but El Silbon remains. He will continue to kill until there is no one left."

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

"You’re sure this is the place? Because if we drop a Blood Hunt on the wrong coordinates, the Council will have my head on a pike before sunrise," Silas rasped, his breath hitching as he adjusted the thermal goggles. Abram didn't look away from the valley. He stood on the jagged edge of the limestone cliff, the wind whipping his heavy coat against his shins. Below them, tucked into the frozen shadow of the Swiss Alps, a concrete bunker groaned under the weight of a thousand tons of ice. No lights. No heat signatures. Just a dead, gray slab of defiance.