Silent Rain Novels & Stories

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Listening. Not silence. Not court. Monitors. Breathing. Ivy. Isla. Hallway. Creak. Alex. Sleepwalking. To bathroom. To water. To back. Safe. Outside. Waves. Not mad. Just there. Gate. Not knock. Not truck. Just wind. Bear. Snore. From hallway. Loud. Not guard snore. Home snore. _Silence. Bedroom. 10:06 PM._ “It’s noise,” I said. “But it’s ours.”

Seren only went quiet when she was holding the weight of too many futures at once. I stayed half a step behind her, eyes sweeping the undergrowth, ears tuned for anything that did not belong. Without the Thread, instincts felt sharper, less filtered. Every snapped twig sounded like a decision being made somewhere far away. Silas brought up the rear. “You feel it too,” he muttered to me. “Yes,” I said. “The world is louder.” “No,” he corrected. “The world is unmuted.” We crossed a narrow stream just as the sky began to pale. Dawn crept in slowly, cautious, as if unsure it was still welcome. Mist clung to the water, curling around our boots.

Silent. Burning.

*****************************POV: Claire********************** --- There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel safe. Not the comfortable, blanket-wrapped kind that comes after a long day. Not the sweet, post-rain hush where everything smells like earth and renewal. No, this silence is sharp. Like a knife held just out of view. And that morning, it followed me.

“This is older. This is bigger.” The wind shifted again, and suddenly Sienna couldn’t hear the river anymore. She couldn’t hear the leaves. She couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of her own heart and Ryder’s ragged breathing. The silence was absolute. Too absolute. “Ryder,” she murmured, “why is it so quiet?” He didn’t get to answer. The sky split open. A crack of silver light, thin as a blade, cut from one horizon to the other. It wasn’t lightning. Lightning was loud. Violent. Alive.

My thoughts are loud, louder than the silence all around me. My hands burn with static light. Sparks crackle beneath my skin, begging to be released but I keep them pressed into my coat pockets, fists tight. I’m not about to scorch another tree out of frustration. I’m not about to lose control. Not again. Rain starts falling softly. It’s not wet, not really. It’s like dust from the stars. The kind of thing that should be beautiful if I weren’t so hollowed out. The kind of thing Rhea would whisper about.

The wet sounds of a crash. And then, finally, the silence.

He would take it as a challenge. Skylar would reach a certain stream after weaving his way through the thick woods. That's a few miles of ground he covered every time he would be there. He would pant and stare at blackness when it was dark or at the moon's reflection in the water when it's out. Full moon was in a few days so it's bright out that tonight. Skylar could see the broken image of the moon in the water, obscured by the shadows of the leaves of trees surrounding the stream. Arriving there, he would calm down from the running and his wolf was soothed by being in the presence of the stream. Or more precisely, the scent surrounding it which pacified him and his disappointment for his h