Soundless Book Novels & Stories

R. In the deathly q uiet of the study, the only sound was Mimi’s hand, moving unconsciously, protectively, to cover her stomach.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

A gust of cold, stale air hit them. "The Restricted Section," Tristan murmured, lighting a small magelight crystal he pulled from his pocket. He cupped it in his hand, allowing only a sliver of blue light to escape. They stepped inside. This room was different. It didn't smell of rot; it smelled of ozone and preserved flesh. The books here weren't paper. They were bound in strange, textured leathers—some scaled, some furred. Saoirse stopped at a pedestal. A book lay open, its pages made of thin sheets of copper.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

That left just me and Calian heading to the final stop: Waterstones. The moment I stepped inside, the familiar scent of books wrapped around me like a hug. I didn’t waste time - within minutes, I found two titles I’d been hunting down everywhere else. Just as I picked up a third book that caught my attention, I handed the other two to Calian without looking. “Do you read books, Li?” I asked casually. No response. I glanced over my shoulder - he was standing there, looking at me like I’d just grown a second head.

Dim, golden light illuminates narrow aisles, casting long shadows that twist and shift with each step. The library is silent, save for the soft rustle of turning pages and the occasional squeak of a trolley wheel as librarians glide between shelves like wraiths. Their movements are unnervingly silent, their faces impassive as they climb ladders to retrieve books or vanish into shadowy alcoves. The atmosphere presses down on me, a solemn reminder of the knowledge stored here and the secrets it might hold.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

Another thing is that normal school textbooks can only be opened manually but this book opens by itself immediately after you're done reading a page, and the page you've just read will go blank if it was read by another person except for the owner of the book. "Oh?" the man could be seen surprised. "That lad is here, Ha-ha… This kid would be surprised today, Hehe. I can't wait to see the expression on his face," the man laughed strangely, humming some strange songs. It could cause a disaster for the music industry if what he was humming is a song. 'Thud, thud, thud' Footsteps could be heard coming from the other side of the room. One was steady and light while the other was unsteady and roug