Silent War Kingdom Novels & Stories

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

He added, his words like a promise carved from truth. “I will stay by your side, answering your silent howls, my queen!”

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

Warriors, elders, nobles—everyone stood frozen, as if the slightest movement might break whatever invisible force had just taken hold of the room. Then— Silas moved. Fast. His hand closed around my arm, unyielding, pulling me slightly behind him. The motion was sharp, instinctive, territorial—like he was shielding something valuable. Or claiming it. “She is my wife.” His voice cut clean through the silence. Low. Controlled. Dangerous. The words wrapped around me like iron. My chest tightened immediately. Not from comfort. Not from safety. From pressure. From control. Across from us, the King finally reacted.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

Leaning in close to my ear, Mary whispered, "I know it's really warm and comfortable, but don't fall asleep yet, okay? We haven't escaped the storm yet." I murmured softly in response.

She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

forces. Cut them off. Force him out of the shadows.“We send a small strike team,” I continued. “No banners. No armor. Ghosts in the stone. We plant the charges, trigger a quake. Nothing lethal to us. But enough to shatter his momentum.”Silence stretched as the weight of it settled.Then Ryker spoke.“I’ll go.”“No,” I said firmly. “You’re too visible. If anything happens to you—”“And if anything happens to you, this kingdom falls,” he shot back.His voice wasn’t angry. Just real. True.He wasn’t wrong.But I didn’t intend to sit back and let others bleed for me, either.“I go too,” Sora said. “I know the tunnels best. My father used them during the rogue wars.”Hale grunted. “Then I’m your hammer.

The air in the camp shifted. It was a subtle thing—at first. A strange weight pressing against Lyra’s chest as the sun dipped behind jagged mountain peaks, bleeding gold and crimson into the horizon. But then came the whispers. Thin, silken voices that crept through the pines, brushing past her ears like spiderwebs. The soul-queen’s voice had grown louder since the projection from the Hollowed Ones, but now it was insistent, pulsing in her skull like a second heartbeat.

Sienna: The silence in the woods was not the type to bring peace. It was the kind that hummed with warning, like something beneath the surface was waiting to breathe. Like it was waiting to attack. Like it was waiting for the right moment to clamper upon those who are weak.