Sound Of Silence From Trolls Novels & Stories

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

Why didn’t it feel like it was soothing me anymore, rather that it was smothering…? Moon tipped up my chin; his fingers barely brushed my feverish skin. “Our pasts won’t stop us.” I jerked, as suddenly nuclear alarm sirens wailed through the room. My guts clenched in terror at the alien sound, as I clasped my hands over my ears. Then the sirens cut off, and “Two Tribes Go to War” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood burst out, sung by the stone wolves whose mouths opened and closed in weird unison.

I kept going and then, I heard a sound: a guttural, grinding growl that made the marrow in my bones quiver. I froze. From between two trees, a shape lumbered into view. Massive, shoulders hunched, tusks glinting in the weak moonlight. A troll. Its hide was thick and gray, like stone carved into flesh, its eyes small and burning like coals. Another emerged beside it, then another, their footsteps pounding the earth. It was huge, they reminded me of the trolls I met in Raven’s underground wrestling ring only that these ones were more wild, unpredictable and predatory.

He kept moving, heart thudding with every step. Finally, he called the Silvermoon Patrol for help. They launched a search immediately, combing the forest and surrounding restaurants, searching all night. Nothing. Not a single trace of me. As Philip questioned the patrol, one of the patrollers handed him something small. "We found this in the woods." Philip snatched it from the man's hand and froze. It was the custom-made marking ring he had given me, with both our names engraved inside. "We believe Ms. Grace might have been taken by rogue wolves," said the patroller carefully.

Theo stepped closer to him in question as they glanced around. "Yeah." "But I don't see them anywher..." Cutting Theo's words shut was the sudden loud screech that had greeted them the first time. It blasted in again, forcing them to cover up their ears with a groan of pain as he felt his ear drums tearing apart. “What's that sound? It's killing me!!” Dorry screamed amidst the screech. “It's coming from the sky!!” Theo screamed back just to be audible enough.

Hence when he had told them to leave, they didn’t want to as they wanted to infiltrate the Silent Moon pack and somehow it seemed that they thought they could fight the workers there and then enter without a fight. Just some wild thoughts they could have after knowing that the Silent moon was one of the biggest and tightest packs to have had that kind of thoughts. He couldn’t let them walk away; he just saw each rogue as Derrick and just wanted them to feel pain same as Nathalia had felt those pains.

“Let's go.” Amidst the eerie moonlight, a gruesome scene unfolded in the heart of the desolate forest. Feral werewolves, their primal instincts unleashed, clashed in a chaotic display of savagery. Fur flew through the air as claws tore into flesh, and guttural snarls echoed through the night. Bloodstained soil bore witness to the fierce territorial battle, each werewolf driven by an insatiable desire for dominance. Amidst the frenzied carnage, a group of trolls observed from their hidden vantage point, eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. The trolls, masters of secrecy, watched the werewolves tear into each other with an unsettling curiosity, relishing the spectacle of nature's brutality

Slow, as it turned out, was a special kind of torture. The morning after the café, I woke up in the Lausanne studio, the silence feeling different. Not empty, but… waiting. The bond was a low, steady hum again, a presence rather than an absence. It was tentative, fragile, like the first green shoot after a forest fire, but it was there. We texted. Short, practical messages at first. Made it back to Geneva. The apartment is very quiet. -L

The room was dark and cramped, full of clutter and an old bunk bed he dragged in from the construction site next door. Without warning, the boss lunged forward and pinned Nissa onto the lower bunk. Startled, Nissa let out muffled cries, struggling with all her might, hands pushing at his chest. The boss grew impatient and furious, cursing, "Damn it, a dumb mute like you making so much money! Who the hell are you earning it for? Walking around here every day, don't think I don't see it. You're trying to seduce me!" Nissa's eyes widened in shock.