Sister Of Silence 40k Novels & Stories

He slid to the floor, his violet eyes wide with a frantic, animal confusion. "You have nothing but a collection of echoes, Silas," Sarka said, her voice dripping with a centuries-old contempt. "Ashford was a coward who hid his heart in a valley. And Amara... Amara is just the distraction." She turned to me. The black feather in her hand began to glow with a dark, gravitational pull. "The eighteenth name on the list was a bait, child. My sister knew the Goddess would demand a reset. She knew the balance would require the blood of the last healer. So she wrote your name in the book to give the Nineteenth Name time to wake up."

We understand everything. We are ready to stop being silent. She set it down. Looked at the room. At the work in motion. At the routing map and its new colors and the space above it where four more would be added before the day was done. Outside, the territory moved through its morning. Three months past the thirty-first day. Still Waters four territories becoming eight. Eleven contacts becoming fifteen. Four women in the north forty years deep finally ready to stop being silent. The current finding its course.

"I am your biological father’s older sister. Though, given the ruthless efficiency with which Silas systematically erased our family tree to construct his little glass kingdom, I wouldn't expect you to have a velvet seat saved for me at this pathetic little table." I felt the oxygen violently leave my lungs as my chest tightened. Silas had never once mentioned the existence of a sister. To me, he had always been a mythical figure born directly from the fire itself—a solitary, sociopathic architect who had built an entire underworld empire out of absolute nothingness. "My father didn't have a sister," I stated, forcing my voice into a flat, steady register. "He had a 'Design.' And he is curre

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Instead, we watched the party in silence. The music and laughter had no effect on me as they usually did. Now, everything felt suffocating and irritating. After a few minutes, Cedric broke the silence. “What’s going on with you and Calanthe?” I wanted to lie, but Cedric was my brother, though we are not related by blood, but we were closer than most. “I don’t know if something’s wrong with me, but I feel like something is missing.” “Missing how?” Cedric asked, his brow raised, likely knowing where the conversation was going.

"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.

She went on, darting over to her sister as she reached for her hand but then her hand passed through hers. She instinctively froze in her spot – slowly allowing her gaze to travel from their hands to her sister's face as a flush of shock swept across her face. “Wh–what happened to you? ” She stuttered with a shaky voice as the cold freeze of anxiety rasped through her. “Your...” She mumbled but then, Phidelia ’s voice snapped in. “I’m dead Phidel” She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information.

I stiffened. “Silas…” my father warned, but Silas raised a hand, ignoring him. “He marched into enemy territory with his emotions instead of his brain,” Silas continued. “Failed to find his sister. Failed to protect his brother. But hey”—his smirk turned cruel—“at least his precious little mate made it out unscratched, right?” The room went silent. My mother gasped, clutching Liam’s hand tighter. “Silas, don’t you dare—” Father started.

She began to retreat as soon as Justine walked towards her in his peeved taste of mind. "She is your sister Cara, what the hell?" He pointed out, trapping her between the wall and himself. I hated to watch, sitting on the chair whilst being tied. I wished that instead of confronting her, he would free me from the bondage. I felt dizzy at that moment, my head was spinning around in circles.

"I clearly recall telling you not to bother knowing who I am." "Well, sorry, Dad... I'm going to trouble you until you spill the shit," Cassius snapped, finally earning Silence's attention. Their gazes locked for a while before Silence spoke, breaking the silence of the room. "I have no weakness, and I plan to keep it that way. I don't want any bond between your mother and me, or with you. I prefer to remain your shadow. Many want me dead, and that's why I have no wife or kids. My sister's death traumatized me enough to know that a man like me shouldn't have people to love.