Silently Song Novels & Stories

I closed the heavy hidden door behind me, shutting out the light of his office. The suite was dead silent. Too quiet. I sat on the edge of the mattress for what felt like hours, my fingers frozen around the empty coffee mug. Through the thick walls, I could hear the faint, rhythmic click of his keyboard. He was still out there. Working through the night. Unshakable. I looked down at the diamond ring on my finger, the metal feeling like a brand. Slowly, painfully, I slid it off my skin. I held it in my palm, shocked by how heavy a tiny piece of metal could feel.

She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. The Silence pressed harder. Kael dropped beside her, gripping her shoulders. “Sing with me,” he said. He started low, rough, off-key. Aria followed. Her voice was a whisper at first. Then stronger. Ash joined in, cursing and singing at the same time. Lir, tears streaming down his face, added his voice. Sound filled the circle. Weak. Broken. Human. The Silence recoiled. The mist pulled back an inch.

It felt as if every beat echoed in the silence between us, loud and relentless. "Thank you," I managed to whisper, the words barely escaping my lips. I wasn’t sure why it was so hard to speak to him, why everything about him made me feel this way. There was a vulnerability in me that I couldn’t explain, a sense of being completely exposed, like I was standing on the edge of something unknown. It was as if his presence stripped me of all my defenses, leaving me raw and uncertain. He tilted his head slightly, his voice soft and reassuring. "I mean no harm, trust me," he said, his tone steady, sincere. "I just want to be a close friend to you. You have nothing to fear."

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

She resumed cutting the piece of colored paper in her hands, shaping it into something I can't distinguish. I shrugged it off and continued my own task. We're busy at the moment, the only sound you'll hear is the voice of Chris Martin singing. Another thing we have in common, we've got the same taste in music. I love how we can just sit here and work in silence. It's not an awkward silence, it's a comfortable silence. "I call it magic, I call it truth." Here it goes again! The universe really enjoys allotting theme music at a certain time in my life.

'Happy Breakup', 'I've Been Quiet', 'Falling Rain', and even 'Orbiting'. "How can I hide my sorrows, to the place where I lost you... Even when I close my eyes, I can still see you leaving... I am stunned, I'll forget about you, I'm waiting for the day, when someone will replace you... The tears in my heart have blurred the world..." She sang and cried until there were no tears left and she could no longer sing. She lowered her head and clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling. The door was pushed open.

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

Let’s just say Ratchet is lucky he is gay and married or I would have to knock his ass out. Silvy is grinding against him and shaking her hips. Hips that I have had my hands on and want on again. She is sexy as hell. I see many eyes glued to her and I don’t like it. Thankfully the song ends. Ratchet does an exaggerated bow and kisses Silvy’s hand before walking away. Lug starts singing ‘Rumor’ by Lee Brice as my feet move to Silvy. I want to catch her before she leaves the floor. I grab her hand as she passes. Silvy spins around and tries to yank her hand free before she notices it is my.

Enough to anchor him. He nodded. They took their seats. The hall fell into a silence so complete it felt like a sacred ritual. No cameras. No whispers. Just anticipation. Naomi lifted the microphone, her voice a trembling flame. “This is a song my mom loved.” Harry exhaled long, cleansing. His fingers touched the keys for the first time in years. They felt foreign, like reconnecting with an old friend whose face he still recognized but whose voice he’d forgotten. He pressed the first note.

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.