Silent Hearts Novels & Stories

She tried to roll onto her side, her arms wrapped around herself, but Jozef held her in place, his frantic face swimming in and out of her vision. Suddenly the orchestra seemed louder. They were playing an instrumental version of 'The Sound of Silence'. Tears gathered in her eyes as she realized how perfect the song was. With Jozef she was surrounded by silence, and like the lyrics of the song, the silence had become an old friend. Without the constant chatter of voices, she could hear the beat of her own heart, see the expressions on her lover's face as they sat together speaking their silence.

​The silence of the cell was absolute, a heavy and suffocating weight that felt like it was pressing the very air out of my lungs. I lay on the cold, sterile floor, Silas’s parting words echoing in my mind like a rhythmic drumbeat. Stop my heart. It was a classic Sovereign technique—the "Death-Sleep" used by the ancient queens of the North to survive the Great Frost or to hide their presence from trackers. But it required a level of internal control and mental stillness that I had never truly mastered. I had always been the fire, the storm, and the explosion. I didn't know how to be the still, frozen lake beneath the ice.

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

“What did she do to them?” I touch Silas’s brow, cold with sweat. “What she had to.” Hoping not to see the tears stung in their eyes but could feel the pain at their heart --- **The Veil’s Whisper** In the silence, the crack in the sky pulses not moving no momentum everything just still and stuck *Not healed. Dormant and waiting for the next action to take Hoping to heal and be calm at peace at everything not minding the direction it takes and unfolds Waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ready to deliver at everytime

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.

Couldn't feel the floor beneath her feet. Couldn't sense the Sovereign Bond. It was as though reality itself had paused. Waiting. Watching. Then— A heartbeat echoed through the darkness. Thump. The sound was impossibly distant. Yet somehow close enough to shake the sanctuary. A second heartbeat followed. Thump. The darkness rippled. The black void surrounding them seemed to move like water. Ancient. Endless. Alive. Then the Heart's voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Everyone stay together!" Silver light erupted.

Elara touched her stomach lightly, whispering her own silent prayer. The cycle began again—darker, more isolated, but bound by Kai’s suffocating love and the fragile new life growing inside her.

Her lips curved into the faintest, coldest smile. Then the lights cut out again, plunging them back into darkness. A final sound broke the silence—footsteps, fast, moving toward them.

A whisper of something more. Sena sat on a boulder near the fire, staring into the flames as they danced and flickered. The crackling sound of burning wood filled the air, but in her mind, the world was silent. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the noise, the confusion. Her emotions, the emotions of everyone around her, swirled in the air, a constant hum just beneath the surface. She could feel the pull of them, the way they resonated in her chest.

Gasps spilled through the bond, dozens of minds recoiling as the echo of his absence rang hollow. One by one, minds folded. The black threads blinked out like dying stars, until nothing remained but the echo of my heartbeat thrumming across miles of newborn silence. I swayed beneath the weight. We see. We yield. I exhaled. The third eye dimmed to a slow, aching pulse, and the terrible quiet of a thousand minds suddenly still sent me reeling. The silence that followed was monstrous. So loud it pressed against my eardrums like a living thing, and then the eclipse lifted, revealing a blood moon.