Silent River Series Novels & Stories

“He’s a memory. And the forest is the record.” ​We weren’t alone. Silas followed us, looking smaller than I’d ever seen him. He was wrapped in a heavy technician’s coat, the empty sleeve of his left arm pinned neatly to his chest. In his right hand, he carried a brass-and-glass lantern filled with the glowing shards of his shattered arm. The blue light flickered rhythmically, casting long, jagged shadows across the obsidian trunks. ​“The resonance is fluctuating,” Silas muttered, his eyes fixed on the lantern. “The deeper we go, the more the background noise of the Hub fades. It’s… It’s peaceful, Thorne. Almost terrifyingly so.”

Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan was relieved. But Aanya was anything but relieved, she knew her mind was on the loose without a grip. If she doesn't get a grip of it soon she knows her reckless mind was capable of convincing her to do many things. "How are you feeling, estrella?" She stayed silent. Evan realised she didn't want to talk. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

“Kings don’t win by shouting louder. They win by choosing when to be silent.” Nathan held his gaze — chest still burning from indignity and bruises alike. “…You think I can win him.” Silas didn’t smile. But something like agreement flickered in his eyes. “I think,” he said quietly, “that if you keep meeting his rage with rage… you’ll both burn to ash.” He dropped the cloth into the basin, water turning pink. “And Damian Vitale does not need another ghost haunting him.” Silas finished wiping away the blood, tossing the cloth aside. The silence between them was heavy — not hostile, but forged in an uneasy truce neither had openly acknowledged.

How many more lives must he take before he’s satisfied? I sat with Silas until the room grew quiet again. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange glow through the cloth-covered windows. A soft breeze stirred the herbs hanging from the beams. Silas stirred. It was subtle at first. A twitch. A shift in breath. Then a strained sound left his lips. I leaned closer. “Silas… I’m here. I’m right here.” His eyes didn’t open, but his lips moved. A whisper. Ragged. Barely audible.

His eyes narrowed immediately. “Lauren. What the hell are you doing down here?” “Shut up and listen,” I snapped, keeping my voice low. I pulled out the small speaker I’d grabbed and hit play. Serena’s drunk, angry, terrified voice spilled into the small space. Silas went completely still. When the part about Vivian and bleeding Julian dry came up, his jaw tightened. He didn’t speak until the recording ended. “Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “She was in deeper than I thought.”

And for the first time in eternity, the Silence hesitated. It had been worshipped, feared, rejected—but never understood. Seren followed Lunara’s lead, placing her hand over her heart. “I am your echo,” she said softly. “But I am not your cage. I will not end you—I will hear you.” --- The Sound of Stillness The void trembled. The Silence pulsed once—slow, uncertain, like a heart learning to beat for the first time. Nareth lifted his head. His flame burned again—not against the dark, but with it.

The house was too quiet. Too still. Sierra lay sprawled on her bed, one arm draped over her eyes, listening to the faint hum of the ceiling fan overhead. The quiet pressed down on her chest, magnifying the sound of her own breathing, magnifying the thoughts she couldn’t silence. Damien’s touch still burned on her skin like an echo. His words dark, commanding, impossible to ignore looped in her head until she wanted to scream just to drown them out.