Silent Brothers Novels & Stories

“You’re not alone anymore. Something followed you through the thread.” A shadow split from the realm’s edge, long and jagged, stitched from lies and stitched by them. It wasn’t the Spiral. It wasn’t the gods. It was what they’d feared: The Silence Between Threads. A force that fed on forgetting, on unraveling meaning until only noise remained. Selena stepped forward, now wreathed in the light of the Only Temple, and raised her hand. Threads danced between her fingers like blades. “You were never part of the truth. You were the hole they dug to bury it.”

Selene had revealed in, her plans too. We moved in silence, Selene leading with the two Silent Dancers flanking us like shadows. These warriors were different from regular pack soldiers. They moved without sound, communicated through hand signals, and carried weapons I had never seen before. Curved blades that seemed to drink light, throwing stars with edges so sharp they whistled through air. The tunnel entrance was worse than I imagined. Half the stone had collapsed inward, leaving only a narrow gap barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through. The darkness beyond was absolute, carrying the smell of stale air and something else. Something that made my wolf growl low in warning.

There were a lot of girls in here but there were still a lot of open seats in the back. "They are from the Solar Eclipse Pack," he stated and then added, "Their Alpha." They all started whispering to each other. I kept hearing them mention the word 'mute'. "He's looking for a specific individual he met during our annual gathering and he thinks she is from this pack. So he's going to be looking at each one of you." He motioned for me to come up next to him. Darian stayed where he was and nudged me forward. When I got on the stage, I could feel all of their eyes on me. I came up to Silas and stood next to him.

The air in the training room turned freezing. Killian grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on, his eyes never leaving the figures in the snow. He didn't need to see their faces to know who they were. “The Silencers,” Leo whispered, his hand white as he gripped his pistol. “The King’s personal ghosts. They aren't shifters, Faith. They are humans who have been injected with so much dark energy that they don't feel pain. They don't have scents. That’s why the guards didn't see them.”

Silvester left the room with tears streaming down her face. Mr. Silvester, seeing the severity of the situation, summoned Alex and Revilla for assistance. Thirty minutes later, when Alex and Revilla arrived, Eryx remained in the same place. Mr. Silvester escorted Mrs. Silvester away to provide them with privacy. Both Alex and Revilla were taken aback by Eryx's condition. Revilla knelt in front of him and gently touched his shoulder. He hugged her tightly and began to cry, his heart heavy with sorrow. Revilla felt her own heart sink, trying to comfort him while Alex attempted to console him as well.

THERE STOOD NICK with a huge I'm Sorry banner hung above his head and another one that read You've Got A Donor beside it. There were different coloured balloons that were hung on the tree branches. "Surprise!" James and Asher whispered in my ear as they went over and joined everyone else. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was I dreaming? Because it sure felt like it and the worst thing was that I didn't want to ever wake up if it turned out to be a dream.

Oh yes, this room had an automatic door, which only unbolted when the time span of two hours was over. Since there was no one on the threshold of the room, they deemed the time of their detention was up. To confirm it, the cuffs around their wrists unlocked automatically and slipped to their floor near their feet. They got up while casting each other a look as they caressed their confined wrists with warm touch. They strolled to the opened door simultaneously. But before they stepped out, they stared at each other. There was a connotation behind their stare. Of unsaid certainty and hostility at the same time. Jake had the former one and Noah the latter.

Simone and Celine moved on silent feet behind them, their blades drawn and eyes sharp. Claude and Thomas brought up the rear with shotguns at the ready, while Odessa and Jonah swept the edges of their formation. Silas lingered in the center, his violet runes glowing faintly as his senses probed the shadows. “See anything?” Adonis asked, his voice a low growl. Silas shook his head, his expression taut. “There’s something… wrong here. The swamp’s quiet. Too quiet.” “It’s always quiet at night,” Claude muttered.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

“I am also not going to sit here and agree that love is only a scandal because it lived in the wrong rooms. You are my son. Troy is my son. What existed between you is not something I can bless in a simple way. It is also not something I can watch him erase by force and call that healing.” Alex’s hands gripped the edge of the bench. “What are you saying.” “I’m saying I need time to stand up inside my own house.” Bridget let out a slow breath. “Silas isn’t a villain. He’s a man who walked in on something that broke the picture of his family and reached for the nearest structure. I reached for silence. Neither of those is going to carry us forever. When I can speak to him without shaking, I wi