Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.

Bleeding. SILENCE

Everything stops! Silence.

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

Stephen sneered at me, accusing me of faking it, but I could barely remember who he was anymore. The door to the basement creaked open, letting in a sliver of light. I instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes from the brightness that stung after so long in darkness. "Well, Raelynn Swales, are you still refusing to admit your fault?" Stephen asked. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light behind him. His smirk was derisive, as though certain he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. As my eyes adjusted, I slowly lowered my hand.

The metallic sound punctuates the silence like a gunshot, making me flinch despite myself. She plants her back against the door, lips tight, one finger raised to her mouth in a fierce, silent command: "Don't make a sound." The intensity in her eyes sends chills down my spine—not the familiar warmth I've known all my life, but something primal, ancient. Her gaze holds the weight of a thousand unspoken warnings. "Mom?" I mouth silently, the question forming on my lips without sound. She shakes her head once, decisively. The message is clear: *Silence is our only shield now.*