Silent King Novels & Stories

He promised and really made her concerns in thin air. "He came to me. I was sitting in my room doing homework when he came into the room without knocking ... " " You? Are you busy? ”He came into the room and closed the door behind him. Alissa turned to him in her chair. Desire glowed in his eyes and goose bumps crept over her body. She got cold and looked down at herself. It was evening, she was wearing her silk pajamas, a present from her father, it consisted of shorts and a top. She wore nothing underneath.

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

“Alpha King.” “Leave us,” Silas commanded smoothly, his deep baritone sending a familiar, electric shiver straight down my spine. Mina scurried out of the room without a sound, the doors sealing shut behind her. The silence that followed was thick, charged with an unspoken tension that made my pulse flutter against my collarbone. Silas didn’t move for a long moment. He stood by the threshold, his silver eyes slowly tracking down the length of my emerald gown, absorbing the way the silk hugged my curves, before rising to lock onto my gaze in the mirror.

The Eater nodded. Slowly. Reluctantly. "Before Aurora." A pause. "Before possibility." The crack widened further. "There was another force." The River shook. The Witness closed its eye briefly. As though remembering hurt. Then it spoke. "The Silence." The name spread across reality. Immediately. Every light dimmed. Every sound weakened. Even the River seemed quieter. As though the universe itself feared the name. "The Silence isn't a being." The Witness continued. "It is the absence of being."

He looked young, but his eyes—pale, almost white—looked like they had seen centuries of the Ledger’s dirty work. "The more you fight it, the more it burns," he said, gesturing to my glowing wrist. "The bond is designed to punish rebellion. It’s the ultimate leash." "I don't remember asking for a tutor," I spat, though I had to slide down the wall to keep from collapsing. The pain was becoming a white noise in my brain. "I’m Silas," he said, ignoring my bite. "And I’m the person who can show you how to mute the signal. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to wait here until the King comes to drag his 'property' back to the palace."

But Silas simply held the tie between his fingers, stepping closer with calm intent. "This will help simulate the dark," he explained deeply, his voice like a steady anchor. "Close your eyes." She did, her lashes fluttering briefly before settling. He draped the silk over her eyes, tying it loosely at the back, secure but not constricting, allowing her to remove it if needed. "There. How does that feel?" The world vanished into blackness, her other senses sharpening: the faint tickle of air from the vent, the subtle scent of his cologne, woody and clean. Kyra sat still, her hands resting in her lap, fingers interlacing in a small, endearing way.

Inside, the house was equally silent. Silas thought he was untouchable. He forgot that sometimes the quiet ones don’t fight with fists. They fight with leverage. And now I had his.

frequency silenced for the first time in her life. Jinyan held her, his own body smoking from the electrical discharge, his skin etched with fine, silver-and-gold scars that looked like a map of a forbidden country. Alistair Vane crawled from the wreckage of the platform, his eyes wide with a newfound terror. He looked at Panni, then at Jinyan. "You... you don't understand what you've done. You've broken the 'Silence.' The other families... the Kyoto Accord... the London Syndicate... they will all feel the pulse. They will know the Master Key is active."

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.