Silent Circles Novels & Stories

Everything stops! Silence.

The soundwaves seemed to pulse with life, a testament to the enduring power of silence. Ren added a voice loop that night: “Not all echoes begin with words.” She layered the pinecone’s ambient scratch, wind brushing bamboo, and breath held for six seconds. Then she said, softly: “This sound was gifted. We honor it by not asking for more.” Ren’s voice loop was a tribute to the pinecone’s message, a celebration of the beauty of silence and the power of listening. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most profound connections are made not through words, but through the simple act of being present.

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

I waited until you chose to leave on your own. His voice was calm. "Now, you have. "So, I came to take you away." Outside the window, the lights of Palemore grew further and further away. I did not cry. I just watched the city fade away in the rearview mirror. Quietly, in my heart, I said, ‘Goodbye, Sicelia.’ Goodbye to everyone who never loved me.

It radiated gently from Amara. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Because they could feel it. Not hear it. Feel it. Hope. The silver glow expanded outward through the darkness. Touching the synchronized children. Touching the station. Touching Lucien. Touching everyone. And for the first time in years— Lucien felt silence inside his mind. The network disappeared. The voices vanished. The endless connection was gone. Just for a moment. Just long enough. Tears filled his eyes before he could stop them.

A single bead of dark blood welled up, and I felt a sharp, stinging sympathetic pain in my own neck. "Kira," Silas said, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes were no longer silver-grey; they were a solid, glowing violet that matched the sky. "You’re late. The moon is three degrees from the zenith. You’ve missed the opening incantations." His gaze drifted past me, landing on Cassidy. A slow, supercilious smile spread across his face.

He was her connection to the unseen, her window into the hidden realms. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint static of the phone line. Riana held her breath, her senses on high alert, waiting for Kai's response. The air around her seemed to crackle with unseen energy, a palpable tension that prickled her skin. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, a premonition of the darkness that lay ahead.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.