Silent Words With K Novels & Stories

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

The silence told me everything. Aria. Her breath caught, soft and broken, like glass cracking underfoot. My lips were still swollen, Kael’s grip still iron against my hips when her voice finally tore through the silence. “What… what are you doing?” Her words trembled, jagged. She sounded so small. So utterly destroyed. I smiled. Oh, this was delicious. Kael went still in a way that wasn’t hesitant. It was dreadful. The kind of dread that eats a man alive. He turned his head slowly, his body still half-caged around mine, and the look on his face wasn’t triumphant. It was tormenting.

Then, softly, he asked, “Did it help?” I closed my eyes. Not to escape—but to listen. The silence inside me wasn’t clean. But it was quieter. “It shut it up,” I said. Simple. True. Kael nodded once. Then turned away. Not in shame. In reverence. Like a wolf turning from a fire it respects too much to touch. We didn’t speak again. Not yet. Kael packed in silence—each motion practiced, precise. Not distracted. Just giving me space to come back to myself.

he whispered, ashamed of his answer. “You’ve known since then,” I asked, raising my eyebrows. Kael, You knew since then and you didn’t say a damn word to me!” His eyes widened, panic flickering like a candle about to burn out. “I tried,” he said, his hands trembling as he reached for me. “I tried so many times to tell you, but I…” I stepped back, the air between us felt poisonous. “But you what? You couldn’t find the right time? You couldn’t find the right words?” My throat tightened, a bitter laugh escaping me. “You’ve had days, Kael. Even weeks and you still chose silence.”

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

She opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper. Three lines were written in black ink. The first ledger told you who was paid. The second ledger will tell you why. But the third secret was never written down. Zara stared at the words. “What third secret?” The lights suddenly flickered. Once. Twice. Then stayed on. A phone began ringing. Everyone looked around. The sound was coming from the desk. An old black telephone sat beneath the photograph of Eva. It had no visible cord.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

We just… stand there. There’s something about this silence that doesn’t feel like peace. It feels like waiting. Like the kind of quiet that settles right before the world burns again. I look over at him. “Any word from Leo?” Kingsley shakes his head. Doesn’t speak. Minutes pass. Long ones. The kind that stretches your nerves thin and pulls your patience out, one breath at a time. I reach into my pocket, my thumb already hovering over Leo’s name, when I hear it—the soft creak of a door opening behind us.

Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone. I know that voice. But I don’t know how. My heart races. I back away from the railing, breath catching. “Who’s there?” I whisper aloud. No answer. Just the stars. And that quiet hum under my skin. But it’s no longer buzzing. It’s calling. But there. Clear. Close. A voice. In my head. Kaida… I freeze. The wind dies. The world stills. Kaida… It’s soft. Ancient. Echoed like a whisper through stone and bone.

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.