Silent Rain Novels & Stories

“But not far either. It’s out there somewhere… just beyond reach, like a storm masked behind the clouds. It’s quiet now—too quiet. And that’s what scares me the most. Because silence does not equal safety. Sometimes it means it’s paying attention.” Lucian rose and strode out to the edge of the overhang. It had started snowing again — soft, slow. The kind that didn’t pierce, only nested. He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t see anything.” “That’s how it starts,” Serakha added. “Silence. Stillness.” Kael reclined and allowed his head to rest against the mossy wall. So let’s take this silence, maybe, for what it is.”

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

The first thing Elena noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors. It was the kind of silence that waited.

Dylan's consciousness slowly seeped back in, the soft sheet hugging him up in a tempting attempt to give another round of sleep a chance. A smile took up his lips as he lazily spun around on his side, taking a minute to appreciate the peace, comfort, and perfect temperature of the space he was in. **I would run up my phone bills...** He paused at the calm singing voice that infiltrated his head. **you say I'm always leaving you, when you need me the most.**

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

I looked up to see him still staring then I tried to take my eyes off him but he wouldn't let me, he turned my face to him and slowly put his lips on mine, I wanted to push him, I wanted to yell at him but I couldn't do anything then I finally give in, I relaxed and let him have his way, then the most strange thing happened his thoughts almost explode my brain, I could hear it loud and clear now. 'I love you Natalie right from the first day I met you, every day the feelings grow I just couldn't take my eyes off you, and I want to always be with you' damn, I thought as I heard his silent confession which I wish he had said out loud instead of saying it with his thoughts, the shutter of a phon

Raia looked at the surroundings while waiting for further instructions. It's been five minutes since he went inside this room but until now, he can't think of anything because of his nervousness. His hands are shaking while his eyes can't stop looking around the room. The walls are covered white while there are some cabinets at the side. There are some maps and other books, seems like props for Raia. After several minutes, he heard something from the other side of the room. He was sitting in front of the transparent glass. In this way, he could see whoever is on the other side of the room.

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms. She was lost. “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

The hum was laced with a discordant, whispering vibration. You have come. The voice was the same, but it was strained. We saw your dream, Sela thought. What is happening? The silence you defeated was a small thing, the voice replied, the words flowing into their minds like a sad river. A whisper in a single room. But silence is a hunger that exists in many places. A counterpart to the song. Another melody is failing. A world that was my sibling is dying. Its song is being extinguished.