Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

How can something be there, and then just stop being there? The brown eyes, the incandescent, burgundy-laced ones with the offshooting flecks of gold, tore from his own. "It won't be forgotten." Uriel finalised. "Your eyes. They're mine. Mine to see, to tell. Your eyes tell." Erin sighed, shifting closer to Uriel. After a series of soft silence, Erin whispered gently. "I'll miss all this." It's completely silent now. No one says anything, not even any of the creatures in the trees around them, not now. It only lasts a second before a cicada begins to creak, but the second is long enough, deafening, even.

The forest felt… balanced. Too balanced. Like a painting where every detail was placed on purpose. Kairos studied our faces. “Nobody blink alone,” he said. We locked eyes in a rough square. Silas swallowed. “I hate this part.” “Stay with the rhythm,” I said. “Count again.” “One.” “Two.” “Three.” “Four.” A blink hit. Not mine. The world twitched. Just a tiny hitch in motion. But I felt it slide through us like a needle.

Crystal glasses clinked under dim golden lighting, and the faint scent of high-end perfume battled with something sharper… something primal. Alpha scent. It prickled her senses, making her Omega instincts stir restlessly. Serena exhaled slowly, centering herself. She was weeks away from her next heat — she could handle this. She always did. She moved toward the bar, ordering a drink without looking up. If she kept her head down, if she stayed quiet, no one would notice her. Except someone did. She felt it before she saw it — the weight of a gaze that didn’t waver, didn’t flinch. The kind of attention that burned hotter than the whiskey in her glass.

Weak. Until I can't feel him anymore. Until there's nothing but silence. “My eyes closed shut. Then everything went black.”

Then the faint, rhythmic hum of ventilation somewhere overhead, steady and mechanical, like the breathing of some indifferent machine. For several long seconds she kept her eyes closed, forcing herself to listen before she moved. People always underestimated silence. Silence carried information if you knew how to read it. She counted two distinct sets of breathing in the room. One slow and measured. Controlled. The other almost imperceptible — the kind of breathing that came from someone who had learned long ago how to remain invisible. Someone shifted a chair across concrete. The scrape was faint but unmistakable. Only then did Serena open her eyes.

Completely‚ totally‚ unnervingly silent. Evelyn did not go silent. The fact that she was standing behind me without making a single sound meant that something had short-circuited in her brain‚ and when I glanced back at her I saw exactly what it was‚ because she was staring at Reed with her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide and the decorative candle still clutched in her hand as if she had completely forgotten she was holding it.

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

"You heard a ghost, Bianca. Nothing more." "I know what I heard!" I walked right up to Dante, stopping just a foot away. I was half his size, but I didn't care. "You spoke. You called me 'little genius.' You're playing a game, Dante. The 'Silent Don' is a lie. It’s a gimmick to keep your enemies afraid because they can’t read you." Dante didn't flinch. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around my waist. Before I could scream, he pulled me flush against him.

"Because whatever's behind us just got through the second collapse. I can feel it." Elena believed him. She could feel it too — that pressure, that attention, closer now. The whispering had gone quiet, which wasn't better. Silence from the Sisters wasn't absence. It was focus. Silas had gone very still in her arms. Too still. She looked down at him. His eyes were wide and fixed on the water. Not with the blank attention he'd had before. With recognition. "Silas," she said quietly. "What is it?"