Silent Circles Novels & Stories

Nolan didn’t say a word. His first move was to call for the doctors. A medical team rushed in and immediately performed a full examination. Even Horace Greystone, Alpha of Silverglade Pack, squeezed into the room. When he heard I was pregnant, his face went completely ashen. "Don’t worry," the doctor finally said, wiping sweat from his brow. "The mother and baby are both stable. She’s just suffering from shock and silver poisoning. Once we cleanse the toxin and treat the wound, there’ll be no harm to either of them."

“Because I’m done running in circles.” Above us, the hidden base powered down, sealing itself into silence, as we moved toward the water—and whatever truth waited beyond it. “Because there’s more for you to learn about League of Silence,” Sam said, his tone shifting, quieter now, almost deliberate. “But you currently lack cellular devices.” “I know,” I muttered. “We smashed them for a reason.” A brief pause. Calculating. Calculating. Then—click. A phone slid smoothly out from a hidden recess in the wall beside the console, landing softly on the metal table as if it had always been waiting there.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

Isolde said, bringing another basket of stones from the garden path, whose pebbles had, until this hour, only known the weight of rain. They began again, a slower litany now—the kind you speak when you are interrupted by the sound of men gathering in a room built to echo. Every few names, Maera touched the stone and felt the hum move farther away, as if the circle had decided to become what it had been: a choice disguised as a fact. Silas waited like weather that wants to be named storm. His patience glittered. When he spoke at last, it was with the calm of an accountant who has discovered a way to reclassify murder as philanthropy.

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

And somewhere deep beneath the Bellini estate, something unlocked. A heavy mechanical sound echoed through the walls. The shelves began to move. The floor trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling. Everyone looked around in shock. “What is happening?” Isabella whispered. Vittorio’s face had gone pale. “No.” Zara looked at him. “What?” His voice was barely audible. “There was another condition.” Zara’s heart stopped. “What condition?” Vittorio stared at the moving walls. “The agreement was never meant to end quietly.” The shelves continued shifting.