Silent Eyes Novels & Stories

Shadows played across Tess's closed eyelids as the sounds of the party faded completely from her hearing. Then there was the sound of a door closing behind them. But still he didn’t lift his mouth from hers and she didn’t open her eyes. Awash with sensation, her sensory receptors were inundated with pleasure.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

The sound of his frantic breaths and piercing cries mixed with the ominous silence of the water, a devilishly beautiful choreography of fear echoing in the air. The earth broke into two, directly halving its support toward him. The tree’s arm on which he hung, laughed like a maniac as it revealed its developed fangs that sprung apart. “No no no...” His voice was hapless and low as he hurriedly escaped the snapping of his arm by the closing fangs. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the cold fate of death embracing him. The silent waters now sang to him lullabies as it awaited the visit of the unexpected guest. Arms stretched wide as the waves swung open the doors of the afterlife to receiv

"I am an alpha. I don't walk out on a fight. If one day you become a mate to an alpha, male or female, then what? Will you be proud of yourself for running away like you do now?" Kinlsey gave him a lopsided smile. "I plan to be a working member of the pack. Not some mate to an alpha. I will live this life the way I want it. In peace. Like it's always gonna be." There was hidden meaning to it and Chester was smart enough to catch on. Not being able to use the link makes Kinsley hear nothing but static noise when he tried so hard to tap into it. "Just be careful next time. Fight back when you have the chance."

Silvester quickly scanned the room, searching for Eryx. She found him curled up in a corner, knees pulled close to his chest, his face contorted with grief as tears streamed down his cheeks. He looked vulnerable and broken. Without hesitation, she rushed to him and enveloped him in a tight embrace, holding him close as he sobbed inconsolably. Mr. Silvester stood by silently, his heart aching at the sight of his son in such distress. Words failed him in the face of Eryx's evident pain. The shards of broken glass had cut into Eryx's skin, causing him to bleed.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Only silence remained. **

His eyes are very bright and he blinks once and looks at the table. Soren doesn't move from the wall. He is completely silent. I have heard Soren silent before but not like this. This silence has a texture to it, dense and pressurized, like something very loud being held down by force. He is looking at a fixed point somewhere near the window and his jaw is tight and his hands at his sides have closed into fists without him seeming to notice.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.