Silent War Kingdom Novels & Stories

I let each word fall like a stone into still water. “I want warriors who answer to me. Not borrowed soldiers loyal to my husband first. Not warriors who bow to his command before mine. Warriors who would bleed for their queen—not their king.” The silence deepened. It wasn’t just quiet anymore. It was heavy. Suffocating. Like the entire room had stopped breathing. I slowly sat back down on the throne. Crossed my legs. Let my hands rest lightly on the armrests. Took my time. Let them feel every second of it.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

"Then let them close the gates. We have the mountain. We have the Abyss. And we have the power that Lyra promised—a power they cannot even fathom." "Power doesn't fill bellies, Elara," Silas countered, finally turning to face me. His amber eyes were dark with a mixture of pride and a deep, gnawing worry. He reached out, his hand finding the nape of my neck in that familiar, grounding gesture. His touch was scorching, a stark contrast to the icy static of the violet light. "We are a kingdom of warriors, but even warriors need iron for their blades and salt for their meat."

"He?" The Second Silence nodded. The certainty in his voice had vanished. Leaving only dread. "The First Silence desired stillness." A pause. "I desired order." Another pause. Then his voice became almost inaudible. "He desired endings." Silence. Absolute silence. The words settled heavily over everyone. The former King felt something cold settle in his stomach. Because some instincts didn't require explanation. And every instinct he possessed screamed the same warning. Endings. Not death. Something worse. The end of things.

"If you command them, even once, you’ve reopened the Grave in your own soul." The Silent Luna sat in the center of the obsidian swarm, a tiny spark of silver surrounded by a sea of shadows. I could feel them—millions of cold, empty consciousnesses, waiting for the Queen to tell them whether to save the world or burn it.

“Not now. Not ever.” Sienna’s gaze flicked to him, unreadable for a moment. Then, she laughed, a sound laced with something unhinged. “Oh, dear prince. This kingdom was never yours to claim.” She raised her hand, and the earth beneath them cracked. From the shadows, figures began to rise, warriors clad in blackened armor, their faces obscured by darkness. They were not the soldiers who had fought for her. They were something else. Something worse. Bram cursed under his breath. “This just keeps getting better.”

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

For two full days, there was only silence. The phones stayed quiet, no unexpected calls arriving at odd hours. No whispers or leaks filtered their way to the press, no planted stories hinting at scandal. The halls of the building themselves seemed to carry a strange weight, an unnatural stillness that settled like a heavy cloak over every corner. It felt as though the air itself had been drained, leaving only a hollow pause before the inevitable resumption of hostilities.