Silent Twins Story Novels & Stories

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

“You come back. Or I’ll come find you in the dark.” Silas froze. The void cracked just a little. Images slammed into him. The day he stepped into Red Moon territory. The night Ethan bled for him. The warmth of fingers curled around his. The way his name sounded when Ethan whispered it like a vow. Silas gritted his teeth. “I’m not done yet.” He screamed into the dark. And the void began to tear open. Ethan’s POV He was shaking. Blood ran down his palm from where he still clutched the ceremonial blade, knuckles white. Silas’s body had gone still in the circle.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

"About me?" No answer. Not a word. Just the mirror catching the slight hitch in his chest. She let the robe fall. Naked. Vulnerable. But not afraid. He stepped closer. His gloved hand hovered near her neck, then stopped. Waiting. "I want to know what silence feels like," she murmured. "When it’s inside me. Around me. I want to feel you without hearing you." That did it. Silas grabbed her throat. Not hard. Not painful. Just enough. Just enough to say you asked for this. His palm was wide, warm, trembling with restraint. Her lips parted, breath gone.

The glass of the French doors was cold against my palms, a thin barrier between my prison and the storm outside. From the second-story balcony of the West Wing, I watched the silver Maybach turn around and disappear into the curtain of rain. Silas was gone. My knees hit the plush carpet, the breath leaving my lungs in a jagged sob. He had been right there. Five years of silence, five years of wondering if he even remembered my name, and he had finally come for us—only to be turned away by a piece of paper and a lie.

He loves his parents and are excited for his sisters to be born so he can become the big brother an learn them everything. The memory fades and now it's night time and Silas wakes up because he is thirsthy and he sneaks out of his room and down the hall to the kitchen to drink some water but on the way back he hear a sound and the light is on in a room. Silas sneaks to the door and looks through the gap and he becomes so angry and I becomes so sad when I see his father and the other woman having sex with each other. The sounds becoming louder and she tells his father that she loves him so much but she never gets an answer.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

"Always so dramatic. Meet Silas. Your mother didn't just give birth to a 'miracle' Luna, Phineas. She had twins. One for the light, and one I found discarded in the afterbirth. I’ve spent nineteen years refining him. Training him. Giving him everything you were denied in your little scullery cage." Silas stepped forward, his movements a mirror of Phineas’s own predatory grace. He looked up at the balcony, a jagged, cruel smile spreading across his face. "Brother," Silas mouthed. Suddenly, a high-pitched whine cut through the air. It wasn't a sound. It was a frequency that bypassed the ears and slammed directly into the brain stem. Phineas screamed—a raw, guttural sound that tore his throat.

Only fragments reached her—slivered syllables that didn’t belong together, jagged and strange—until she looked back toward the chamber. The Silent Twin’s eyes were closed now. Not asleep. Not gone. Waiting.