Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

Before he could realize what he was doing, his hands came up and he signed back while saying at the same time. "^^We're not done?^^" The temperature between them dropped and the huge silence swallowed up the room. Kyle's eyes stayed on his hands obviously trying to process what he had just seen. Dylan pursed his lips in realization and watched Kyle's brow raise in confusion. **Did he just...** Kyle's eyes came up and the difference in his gaze was unreadable for a moment. His eyes that questioned Dylan slowly grew soft, like he was holding a silent prayer that he didn't have his hopes up to high.

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

He was taking this class? "Oh my God! No fucking way." I muttered to myself in disbelief. Before I could look away, Ryker's gaze locked with mine from the bottom of the auditorium. A surge of emotions coursed through me as he started to make his way towards me. My heart thundered in my chest as I quickly averted my gaze and started to lipsync to the song that was currently playing to distract myself, but then it ended and the next one refused to play. I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

Truly alone, for the first time since the war had landed on our doorstep. I walked to the center of the room, where a large, flat slab of silver-flecked obsidian served as a bed, covered in thick furs that looked like they had been plucked from the clouds. The silence here was absolute. It was a silence that didn't feel empty; it felt full, like a bated breath. "You’re staring again," I said softly, turning to find Silas watching me. He was leaning against one of the quartz pillars, his arms crossed over his chest. In the blue light of the sanctum, the scars on his torso looked like silver ink. His golden eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide as he tracked the way the silver light danced acr

Selene is realizing that silence has a lot to say. It isn't just an empty space. It grows, filling up all the little gaps, like the space between one breath and the next, the times when her gut used to scream warnings. When she wakes up, she can feel it pressing on her back, and it sits behind her eyes if she goes too long without speaking. It doesn't feel mean, but it's not friendly either. It's just... there.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

But Silas simply held the tie between his fingers, stepping closer with calm intent. "This will help simulate the dark," he explained deeply, his voice like a steady anchor. "Close your eyes." She did, her lashes fluttering briefly before settling. He draped the silk over her eyes, tying it loosely at the back, secure but not constricting, allowing her to remove it if needed. "There. How does that feel?" The world vanished into blackness, her other senses sharpening: the faint tickle of air from the vent, the subtle scent of his cologne, woody and clean. Kyra sat still, her hands resting in her lap, fingers interlacing in a small, endearing way.