Silent Vows Jill Ramsower Novels & Stories

“This work is not about strength. Strength without sense gets you killed quickly. This is about silence, stillness, and seeing what others miss.” Sylvie stepped forward without a word. One moment she stood in plain view; the next she had blended into the deep shadow along the wall, dark clothes merging with the stone. A few recruits exhaled in surprise. Her voice drifted from the gloom, calm and precise. “First lesson. All of you, look toward my voice. Tell me exactly what you see.” They squinted into the darkness. Rylan spoke first. “A shadow. Maybe part of the wall.”

"We need to find out, yeah." "Captain! Chief!" We heard a woman's voice. My brain seemed shocked when I heard what the woman said. "Aizhyrra Brolonde, rank 2, confirmed that she was one of those who killed Red!" ***** A/N: "Hello author, what's your plan for SILENCE OR KISS?" Someone asked me, hahahaha. That's a secret of course. I really want you to have a hard time, eh, hehehe. Besides, I have a plan for this story and I'll keep it as a secret for now, ofcourse. I never want to spoil anyone.

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.

I thought I had succeeded, but when I started running down the rugged path, Leah was standing there with two vicious rogues behind her. She smiled eerily. "Yvonne, where do you think you're going?" I turned around to run, but the rogues knocked me unconscious with a sedative. When I woke up, I was standing on the second-floor balcony. There was a bustling crowd of werewolf guests below. Leah stood at the edge with my daughter in her arms. I forced myself to stand and tried to grab my daughter. Leah looked at me with a cruel smile on her face. "Come take her."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

The noise circled the small room with eerie patience, sometimes pausing, sometimes intensifying, like something searching for a way inside. Eloise clenched her jaw and refused to open her eyes. It’s only in my head, she repeated silently, a desperate mantra. Fantasies. Nothing more. Even when faint, sibilant whispers brushed against the edges of her hearing—wordless, insidious murmurs that seemed to coil around her name—she forced herself to remain perfectly still, breathing evenly, willing her racing mind to quiet. Calm. She only needed calm. Gradually the scratching faded. The whispers dissolved into the night. A heavy, almost expectant silence settled over the room, broken only by the dis

​Roman turned and sprinted toward the loading dock, the roar of the motorcycle engine echoing through the warehouse seconds later as he tore off into the fog, heading for the mountain. ​The Ambush ​The silence returned, but this time it was jagged. ​Vivienne stood alone in the server room, the rhythmic blinking of the blue lights on the rack the only sign of life. She waited, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. ​"Chloe? You there?" Vivienne whispered into her comms. ​Nothing but static. ​"Silas? Talk to me." ​More static. A cold realization washed over her. The jammers. The Jackals had arrived.

' Her voice was calm, but I heard the worry underneath, like she was bracing for a storm. 'I can't. It's pulling too hard.' I stopped, gripping the edge of the table, wood rough under my palms. The cottage felt smaller tonight, walls closing in with shadows that danced like ghosts. Outside, the wind whispered through the pines, carrying distant howls that made my skin crawl. Mira's face flashed in my mind—not the protector from the flashback, but twisted, pleading. 'Forgive me, Silas. I had to do it.' Her voice echoed, hollow and desperate, her eyes wet with tears as flames licked at her skirts. Hallucination or memory? The line blurred, and I shook my head, heart pounding.