Silent Circles Novels & Stories

The white glass of the "Clean Room" was not merely a physical barrier; it was a conceptual silence. As it crept up Silas’s throat, it didn't just cold his skin; it sought to mute the very frequency of his heartbeat. He looked at Lyra, his mate, his Sovereign, and saw only a stranger with sapphire eyes that held no recognition of the nights they had spent bridging the gap between their broken worlds. She stood beside the Silver-Eyed Kaelen, a statue of porcelain perfection, her identity scrubbed clean by the very sacrifice she had made to save their son.

The way the air in the Silver Moon felt heavy with the ghosts of people who had been 'erased' by tradition. “She was the heart of our home,” Silas murmured, his voice softening, losing its edge of bitterness and replacing it with a profound, aching tenderness. “And when she was gone, the heart was replaced by a machine of duty and silence.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. For a moment, he hesitated, as if deciding whether to let me into that sacred, private space. Then, he turned the screen toward me.

Her voice suddenly grew hazy in his ears, his eyes unable to stray from Dylan's gaze in his direction. His legs couldn't take a step forward or move an inch as he stared back with mind going blank before he could get a full grasp of the situation. The voices screaming something he couldn't make out slowly got blocked out as he got swallowed by the darkness inside him. Not a sound, not a sight, just the emptiness swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but the repeated image of Dylan's core fizzling out for the next few minutes. "...le." "Kyle!" The echo infiltrated his head.

Unused to such friendliness, I fumbled awkwardly, pulling out my notepad to scribble my response. The room filled with stifled laughter. "She can't talk! She's mute!" someone blurted out. For a brief moment, Harvey looked stunned, even a little regretful. He scratched his head sheepishly, unsure of what to say. A girl sitting in front of us turned around and added loudly, "Not just mute—she's a wicked mute. You sure you want to sit with her?" I nervously twisted the paper with my name in my hand. Harvey shot her a sharp glare before sitting down beside me. He grabbed the note from my hand, read it, and greeted me with, "Nice to meet you, Raelynn."

Ciara and Rosie is like that kind of silent people who doesn't talk that much unless it's needed. "No we didn't." I moved our of the car and they both follow but stops just near the car while I goes to the gate and put my finger print there. Yes our gate is powered by finger print locked. The security could actually open the gate for me but I didn't bother to tap the door bell and just directly put my thumb finger to the finger print scanning tab and it immediately opens.

Then she lowered her voice and whispered: "Since you are on duty." “Is that the fruit spritzer again?” Janik happily held out his empty glass to her and she filled it up with a nod. "You are probably telling each other everything?" She also filled Josh's glass and then said goodbye. She put the bottle on the trolley next to them. "She's to be smooched!" Janik grinned at his friend, who just had a smile on his face, but now looked at his friend disapprovingly. The latter raised his hands disarmingly. "It's okay, it's okay, it's yours."

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

Neither approach had worked. Because neither had stayed. Neither had remained beside it when the pain surfaced. The eye trembled. The darkness convulsed. Fragments of memory erupted across the horizon. A silver field. Ancient laughter. Hands reaching toward one another. A solitary figure standing at the edge of the gathering. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. The memory sharpened. Closer. Closer. A voice echoed through the vision. Warm. Gentle. Calling to someone. Calling a name. The Silence recoiled violently.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

Suddenly all sound within the circle died and Matt and Camden were shrouded in total and absolute silence. "What just happened? Why's it so quiet? What happened to the crickets?" Camden asked, looking around the circle nervously. "I don't know... That was weird," Matt agreed, searching the circle himself for some kind of explanation. "Clayton?" she called, expecting a response, but when she glanced over at where he'd been standing just moments ago, he was gone. In fact, the whole perimeter of the circle appeared to be blurry, as if behind frosted glass. "Where's Clayton?!" she cried, rushing to the edge of the circle where she'd just said her goodbyes to him. "Do you think he can hear us? Wi