Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

Only silence escaped me, smacking me hard across my face. Tears stormed down my face as I kept waving, hoping that he would see me before taking any rash step. I called him from the depths of my heart. “Cassian, please look at me.” Hoping for a miracle in the twenty-first century, I was pushing myself forward when all of a sudden, Cassian’s head snapped towards me as if my silent cry had reached his heart. His dark eyes locked into mine, and at that very instant, everything stopped. The shouting, the growls, even the air itself.

" He spoke sincerely, and for a moment, he was still the young boy that came begging me for forgiveness whenever he did something wrong. I held back the tears that were threatening to fall, immediately jerking my head aside to avoid looking at him. As my heart rate calmed, so did the atmosphere in the room. Scott entwined our fingers, holding my hand tight with one hand while using the other to cup the IV tube gently. "I know you're afraid of the cold, so I'll warm your drip up for you, alright? Don't be mad at me anymore and let me rest, alright? Just for a little while."

Her gentleness, her quiet resilience, that's what he fell for without realizing it. But as he looked into her clear, detached eyes, he could not bring himself to say a word. Because it was clear. She no longer cared about love or heartbreak.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Dreaming reality itself. And now… For the first time… She was awake. 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Silent Sky A strange silence spread across existence. No explosions. No collapsing worlds. No destruction. 💀 Just silence. ⸻ The kind of silence that comes before something impossible. ⸻ Even the Nameless Hunger stopped moving. 🖤 The Father lowered his head. 🌌 Elian closed his eyes. ❤️ And Memory Ilyaan felt a strange warmth inside his soul.

Because even now Even terrified It’s trying to shield me Theodore notices immediately “…Well that’s somehow sweet and horrifying.” The Eyes Shift Again Then The impossible happens The First Silence notices the movement. Not the presence. Me The gaze settles directly onto me. And suddenly Every sound disappears Not muted. Not blocked. Removed I can’t hear my heartbeat Can’t hear breathing Can’t even hear my own thoughts properly Pure silence Absolute silence. And inside that silence Something speaks Not aloud. Not emotionally. Fundamentally “You changed the pattern.” The words hit like cosmic gravity. My knees almost buckle Theodore grabs my arm instantly “Kiara!”

Neither approach had worked. Because neither had stayed. Neither had remained beside it when the pain surfaced. The eye trembled. The darkness convulsed. Fragments of memory erupted across the horizon. A silver field. Ancient laughter. Hands reaching toward one another. A solitary figure standing at the edge of the gathering. Watching. Waiting. Wanting. The memory sharpened. Closer. Closer. A voice echoed through the vision. Warm. Gentle. Calling to someone. Calling a name. The Silence recoiled violently.

Gloss POV The silence between Dream and me had grown different lately. It wasn’t tense anymore. It wasn’t that sharp-edged quiet filled with judgment or indifference. It was soft, like the air right before dawn, when the world feels safe for a heartbeat. The kind of silence that made me forget who I was supposed to be, his employee, his assistant, his mission-driven shadow, and remember only that I was someone he looked at now and didn’t immediately turn away from.

Bubbles curls beside me, her heartbeat steady against my palm. Somewhere in the distance, I think I hear Silen singing again. It sounds low and mournful, but beautiful. A siren song meant for no one. It drifts through the walls like a promise. And for the first time in days, I sleep.