Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

🌹Aurora🌹 I set my phone aside, the echo of Ethan’s desperate plea still ringing in my ears. The silence that followed felt too heavy, as if the room itself was waiting for something to break it. I paced slowly around the suite, each step measured and reluctant. My mind replayed the conversation over and over—the raw pain in his voice, his insistence that I wasn’t meant to be with Damien, the bitter memories of a past lost to my father’s merciless choices. I closed my eyes, willing the voices to fade, but the silence only deepened, wrapping around me like a shroud.

He goes quiet and a fragile silence looms over us. "I suppose saying I regret not contacting you sooner is a bit useless now, right."" "A bit?" I arch my brow sarcastically, a soft chuckle leaving my lips. "I thought so." Silence falls again as we both process what's happened. I understand his reasons but no matter how hard I try forgiving him is impossible right now. Time. It's been over fifteen years...

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

Bleeding. SILENCE

The world fell silent, like sound itself had died. “Emilia,” I whispered, my voice barely existing. “Emilia?” No response. My vision blurred. “Emilia, don’t…” My throat closed up. “Don’t fucking play with me.” Still nothing. No breath. No heartbeat. Just stillness. Just silence. “Emilia…” I whispered again, but my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. It sounded hollow. Broken. Dead. Behind me, Soraya exhaled softly. “Finally,” she murmured. “My job is done.”

Leaving only one thing in its place. Silence.

His eyes glazed over. His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. "I was wrong... Don't do this. Don't be so cruel..." All that smugness—gone. Just raw, broken regret. Nobody said a word. The silence was heavy. Then Liam cut through it. "You did this, Elroy. No one else." I didn't fight it when Liam led me away. As we passed, Elroy grabbed my hand, eyes bloodshot. "Don't leave me..." he whispered.

The air seemed heavy with grief, the silence punctuated only by the stifled sobs and the echoes of the emotional storm that raged within. The profound loss, encapsulated in the demise of Sebastian's father, permeated the atmosphere. Each beat of sorrow, reflected in the tears that fell unabated, became a poignant reminder of the fragility of life. In this poignant moment, grief became a shared language that transcended the boundaries of the physical realm, weaving through the threads of connection and shared sorrow.

Their mom cried out as she grabbed the collar of one of the medics, but Doris stopped her before she did something worse to the medic. “Ryker, mom, Doris… I’m sorry.” Sophia whispered weakly. The pain became even more unbearable as she spoke. Tears streamed down her eyes as she shut them and cried out, “I can’t take it anymore. Please, please, help me. I don’t want to die.” She pleaded. “She’s awake now, get the sedative.” The only woman who was part of the medics injected something into Sophia's hand then covered her nose with an oxygen mask.