Novel & Cerita Silent King

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

She stood there and stared back and didn’t seem to know what to say, either. This silent dance needed a better beat. One he could drive home with his— Finally, she said, pointing to the door, “Do you like the restaurant?” she asked. Her voice as breathless as he felt. Except she was actually talking and he was standing there looking like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing as he tried desperately to get something like a linear thought going. Where the hell was that confidence now? He wasn’t awkward or worried or any of those namby-pamby feelings some guys always described having. It was more that his brain had gone blank at the sight of her and everything but his arousal went

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

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

"Little wildcat. I do hope you choose wisely when that heat of yours finally breaks free. Because once my fangs sink into that pretty little throat... I promise you, sweetheart, you won't even remember the sound of Kane's name." He straightened, let out a rakish whistle, and rode off. The pure white tail of his warhorse swept arrogantly across the cold stone steps. Through it all, Silas had not moved closer. And he had not left. He stood in the darkest corner, where the moonlight never reached. An immovable silver-gray tombstone, damp hood still shrouding his face, the air around him thick with that addictive, freezing scent of bone ash. He was watching me. With a silence so deep it felt lik

​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.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

No flicker. Still… The silence screamed louder than anything else.

The drive back to the penthouse was a special kind of torture. The black sedan moved through the city streets, and every time the car turned or braked, the tight black latex of my suit squeaked against the expensive leather seat. Creak. Squeak. Creak. The sound filled the small space of the car, reminding Silas—and me—exactly what was under my dress. He didn't say a word. He just stared out the window, his hand resting heavily on my thigh, his thumb occasionally pressing into one of the fresh welts from the paddle.