Silent Twins Story Novels & Stories

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’.

And in this game, a moment was all you needed to change the ending. The silence that followed the mercenaries' passing was almost louder than their shouting. My ears were ringing, a high-pitched whine that competed with the rhythmic thudding of blood in my temples. I didn't move. I stayed pinned against the cold stone, Sylvia’s weight a heavy, grounding presence in my lap. I waited until the last flicker of their lights faded into the lower valley, until the only sound was the drip-drip-drip of rain off the hemlock needles.

“I let him in. I made the choice.” “To save us,” Silas mutters, kicking a pebble into the water. His shadows coil around his ankles, restless. “We’re not sorry about that.” I want to believe him. But the meadow’s decay is a truth I can’t escape. --- That night, the Veil’s song returns. It’s faint at first, a hum beneath the wind. By midnight, it’s a scream. The twins jolt awake, their eyes glowing in unison—Selene’s light and Silas’s shadows pulsing like twin heartbeats.

The three reach the manhole cover and there, SpeedBlade uses his sword to pry the cover off. "You made a foolish mistake," Silent says, walking toward me. "A brave but very foolish mistake." "You know," I say, stepping forward and staring Silent down. "For someone who called himself Silent, you should talk a lot. I mean, a lot a lot. Are you sure you have the right name?" "I'm a silent worker," Silent says before raising his arm and firing his blasters. Jumping and rolling out of the way, I run around Silent and throw my shield at him.

We are a story that refuses to end. I opened my eyes and met Silas’s twilight gaze. “Start humming.” The words left my lips, a treason against the peace we had bought, a covenant with a creature of chaos. But they felt right. They felt like the first true thing I had said in this sterile hell. Silas’s smile was a blade of triumph. “An excellent choice.” He closed his eyes, and the familiar, discordant tune began once more. This time, it was different. It wasn’t a casual noise to break the silence; it was a focused, resonant thrum that seemed to vibrate in my very bones. The white walls of my cell seemed to shiver in response, the light flickering for a fraction of a second.

I slapped at it, clawed at it, anything to force the words out, to let him hear me. His cries grew weaker. Then they stopped. The silence killed me more than the darkness. My knees gave out, and I fell to the cold floor. My fists hit my chest, over and over. I slapped my throat until it stung red, tears soaking my trembling hands. No sound. Nothing. I crawled toward the wall, dragging myself by my knees, my palms pressing against it as if I could feel his warmth through the cold. I imagined his little hands on the other side.

It screams instantly, noisy, alive. I'm holding both. Then the water comes. It rises from my own body. Not from the sea. And one voice says: You can only keep one. Otherwise time ends. Noah screams: Then take me! The voice answers: Too late. The father was elected. I fell on my knees. My hands on my belly. Tears ran unstoppable. Silas crawled closer. His look begging. “I am the second twin.” Silence. My heart stopped hitting. He trembled his hand.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

A part of me wants to run away. “What does the end entail?” I question, my voice impassive and soft. My tact has changed. I’m simply curious and slightly anxious. “Working for Alpha Kael, of course. Ever heard of Silents?” I freeze. I have heard of Silents, however, I never believed in them. Sure, we never heard much from Kael, but believing he has a sect of Silent’s that defend him, that obey his every wish willingly, seems absurd. Girls back at the institute used to gossip, saying they had seen them sneaking around, slinking through the shadows. Some would whisper that they knew one personally, or perhaps their long distance boyfriend was one. I always rolled my eyes and turned my head the

I heard his voice, low and rough, whispering that we were alone. When the generator had finally kicked the lights back on last night, he had stepped away instantly. By the time Chloe stopped screaming about the wifi being down, Silas was already halfway out of the room, looking cool and detached, as if he hadn't just dry-humped his daughter's best friend against a dining chair. Now, at 6:00 AM, the house was silent. Outside, the blizzard was still raging, a white wall of fury that sealed us inside this glass prison.