Silent Circles Novels & Stories

Kairi, abandoning all dignity, clapped his hands in a deliberately off-beat, complex counter-rhythm. The hum in Silas's throat grew stronger. He lifted his recorder, still silent, but his fingers moved over the holes, remembering. The bubble shuddered, contracted— And with a sound like a thousand sheets of parchment being torn at once, the silencing field shattered. Noise crashed back in—the fire's crackle, our ragged breathing, Maia's joyful bark. And over it all, Silas, playing the "Cobbler's Jig" with a ferocious, defiant joy, each note a spit in the eye of the silence that had tried to claim him.

The world was singing too much. --- The Echo of the First Silence One evening, while meditating by the lake, Aria felt it—the faint echo of something ancient, crawling beneath the harmony. A gap between notes. A void between breaths. It whispered like a sigh. > You forget… that creation needs pause. She opened her eyes, trembling. The reflection in the water was no longer her own—it was Kimberly’s, faint but solemn. “Is it happening again?” Aria asked. Kimberly nodded. “Every song must rest, Aria. Even ours. The world is young, but it already fears silence. You must teach it not to.”

I muttered. “It is possible for an unmated female to go in heat…” Silica said, but I couldn’t hear the rest of what she was saying because I could no longer hold my phone against my ear. My hand fell to my lap, dropping the phone in the process. I thought I heard Silica yell my name, but I couldn’t hold on anymore. I opened my eyes to see where my phone was, but I couldn’t see anything. My vision was blurred, and it looked like someone turned out the lights.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you" Minutes pass by, and nothing happens. The whole place was quiet, and the only sounds were that of our silent breathing. My mind was racing out of focus. The anxiety of it all was crippling. I wanted to hear the sirens that said that everything was clear. We sit in silence for a whole hour, but nothing happens. Suddenly my mind goes to Scarlet and Ian's family, who lived in the same area. I send a prayer up to the heavens, praying to keep them safe.

"Stop talking nonsense. You're going to get better!" Tara gripped my hand tightly. Then she started pulling things out of her bag nonstop. "This is a healing crystal pendant I got for you. This medallion is blessed for protection. These prayer beads are supposed to bring peace. And this is holy water from the church." I laughed and cut her off. "Tara, when did you become so superstitious?" She tied the crystal pendant around my neck. "Doesn't science eventually lead to the supernatural? Let's try harder together one more time, okay?"

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.

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

“And when gods take interest in mortals, it’s never good news.” The air ripples, not from wind, but something deeper. The water stirs without touch. For a heartbeat, I swear I see my reflection blink out of sync. My reflection looks over my shoulder while I stare straight ahead. “Did you see that?” I whisper. Silen’s hand closes around my wrist, steady but firm. “Yes. Don’t move.” The lake stills again, and the illusion is gone. His grip lingers a little longer than necessary before he lets go. “This place listens,” he says softly. “Sometimes it listens too closely. We should be careful of what we say.”