Silent Vows Jill Ramsower の小説・ストーリー

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

Wren My eyes fluttered open when I felt the sun rays slap my face. I lay still under the heavy duvet, staring at the blank ceiling. I felt different. Memories of what happened last night resurfaced. I felt a chill run through my body. I sat up from the bed, and as usual, the penthouse silence swallowed me. It wasn't the sharp, hostile silence of the last three days, but it wasn't comfortable either. It was a fragile, trembling space, like a glass bridge that had just been repaired but hadn't been tested yet.

And though the truth is heavy, you are not standing in the dark alone. For a long minute, we stayed like that the girl who had lost everything and the man who had lost his soul to the very thing he was trying to protect. The silence was no longer a weapon; it was a sanctuary. Then, the heavy oak doors of the sunroom swung open with a sudden, sharp creak that shattered the peace. We both started. Standing in the doorway was Silas. He was pale, his grey wolf ears pressed flat against his messy hair, his teal eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of shock and profound, searing hurt.

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.

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

~ My page is nearly full when the bell rings. The room erupts into movement at the bell—even Dr Rivers rushes to pack his things, hurriedly shouting reminders to us as he goes about the room. Jasmine remains seated. Looking straight ahead, like she’s lost in some kind of trance. I watch Timothy as he leaves, his boots echoing after him. The class empties, and I pack my books as slowly as possible. She crosses her arms in front of her, looking down at her table. My body tenses, gearing up for the confrontation I can tell is coming. Her lips are in a pout, the AC unit blowing her long hair around her shoulders like a halo.

Jessica Lewis ( AN HOUR EARLIER) A soft hum filled the silence. Not a sound exactly, but a feeling—like music woven into the fabric of the void. My lashes fluttered as light bled into the darkness, warm and gold like the first breath of dawn. I stirred, unsure how long I’d been sitting there. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? My limbs moved before I understood why. I rose slowly, breath shallow, as the white glow deepened, illuminating the space around me. I felt the shift before I saw her—like a tide changing direction, like the first heartbeat after death.

I never wanted to admit how scared I was, how close I sometimes came to breaking, but with him, I felt like I could hold on. One morning, I arrived early at the office, hoping for a few moments of peace before the day’s battles. The silence was almost eerie. The usual hum of computers and chatter was replaced by a tense stillness. As I stepped inside, Ramos was already there, pacing with a grim expression. “Something’s wrong,” he said without preamble. “We’ve detected unauthorized access attempts again. This time, it’s more sophisticated—almost surgical. Someone’s inside, but they’re covering their tracks well.”

So she glanced at Andrei, asking in a small voice as a tight knot settled in her stomach, "What vow?" Silent throughout the exchange, Willow left her seat and made her way to the podium. "What vow does my sister have to take?" "The vow of silence," Rowena replied, looking Willow square in the eye, before beckoning to Holly and Andrei to follow her. There was no time than the present. The sooner Holly took her vow, the better.