Novel & Cerita Silent Brothers

Santano takes pleasure in inflicting pain upon young women that the Council accepts as something to be done - the cost of Silence. She shifts her attention between all of them during the meetings but watches Santano and his protégé Kaleb Krychek, most often. As they find out about Santano’s extraneous activities well into their third year as members of the Council, there’s no feasible way to kick him off without causing a disturbance. So they allow this atrocity, if only for the illusion of Silence and safety because going back to the time before is something that no one cannot and will not imagine. She watches Krychek as he’s with Santano, stiff but there’s something about him that’s focuse

"She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!" Figures began to emerge from the shadows of the Citadel. They were not Rogues. They were not Iron-Claws. They were the "Silents", a group of lunar fanatics. They wore pale grey robes and their faces were covered by masks. They moved with a synchronized grace. "Blackwoods defend the perimeter!" Damon roared, his new solar fire erupting from his hands. The battle that followed was a nightmare of light and shadow. The Silents did not fight like the Rogues, they moved in silence. Their moon-glass blades sliced through the air with a sound like whistling wind.

The silence in the primary suite stretched until it became its own kind of pressure. Elara stood where Kai had left her, the image of the open bedroom door still burned behind her eyes—her husband’s cock disappearing between the pierced girl’s lips, her newly adult son’s mouth working between another woman’s thighs, the four bodies moving between the two men without shame or hesitation. The tears had dried into tight tracks on her cheeks. Shock had begun to harden into something sharper. She looked at him and the word formed first in the quiet of her mind, clear and absolute.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

“Don’t do this, Christian, please. You know I love you. I can’t live without—“ He raised his palm and immediately, she shut up, “No, you don’t, Michelle. You never loved me. I was just a medium so you could get my cousin. Don’t think I don’t know, Michelle. I knew your plan from day one but still, I refused to send you away. I wanted to give you a chance but now you’ve got my brother, I don’t think you need me anymore, do you?” Michelle was speechless. He knew?! But how? She had always guarded her secret so safely. Only her mother knew. “Christian, I…” He sighed and turned the doorknob, “I just don’t want to see you anywhere around my house by morning.” He then entered the room, banging the

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

For two full days, there was only silence. The phones stayed quiet, no unexpected calls arriving at odd hours. No whispers or leaks filtered their way to the press, no planted stories hinting at scandal. The halls of the building themselves seemed to carry a strange weight, an unnatural stillness that settled like a heavy cloak over every corner. It felt as though the air itself had been drained, leaving only a hollow pause before the inevitable resumption of hostilities.

“*ZARA!*” You sprint inside. The twins’ bedroom reeks of sulfur. Three figures cloaked in black hold Silas and Selene, their gloved hands clamped over tiny mouths. “Mommy!” Selene’s scream is muffled. You shift mid-lunge. Fangs rip through a cloaked throat before the body hits the floor. “Traitors,” the second snarls, throwing a powder that sears your eyes. Blinded, you slash wildly. A blade grazes your ribs.

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.