Soundless Book Novels & Stories

The ballroom sound; the screams, the cries of terror, the attempt to muffle the noise, was suddenly cut off, replaced by a heavy, impenetrable quietness that felt heavier than sound. It was a plain hotel study, a place for serious, quiet talks and secretive meetings. Covered from floor to ceiling in inky, highly polished dark wood, the room had a simple, curved marble fireplace and high, built-in bookshelves on which were stacked hundreds of leather-bound volumes that perhaps had never been read. The sole light in the room came from one green-shaded banker's lamp on a huge desk and cast long, tangled shadows that curled like ghosts around the room. The air was still, with a faint, musty scen

‘Lunaris. Cassian picked up one ring, sliding it onto my trembling finger, his thumb lingering on my hand. “For every lifetime,” he whispered softly. I took the other ring and slipped it onto his finger, smiling through tears. “And every moon that follows.” Then Grandpa Velen slipped a hand inside his coat and pulled out a mid-sized old leather book. The moment he opened it, the surrounding chatter faded until only the soft crackle of lantern flames remained. Cassian’s hand found mine, warm and steady, grounding me. I curled my fingers around his, feeling his pulse thrum through our joined hands.

The Voices They Left Behind Darkness settled over the chamber with such complete certainty that Serena could no longer distinguish the towering bookshelves surrounding her from the stone walls beyond them, and for one suspended heartbeat she became acutely aware of every small sound inside the mountain—the quiet breathing of the people standing beside her, the faint rush of underground water flowing somewhere beneath the floor, the gentle creak of ancient timber adjusting to movements that had not disturbed it for decades—until the soft laughter of an elderly woman drifted through the darkness once again, warm enough to erase every trace of fear before it had the opportunity to take root.

It was noisy, chaotic, and full of life—nothing like Sicelia. Sicelia had been beautiful, but its beauty was quiet and carried the salty breath of the sea. Napleton City, by contrast, was been loud, its energy rushing at her, surrounding her, and leaving her no place to hide. She liked it here. That afternoon, she went to the Conti estate to visit Marco. His study was large, with bookshelves lining all four walls, packed with books and documents. Near the window sat an old leather chair, where he rested with a photo album in his hands.

He commanded. The creaking against the wall grew stronger, at the same time it felt as if the veins across the book was glowing, pulsing and alive. The sound grew increasingly louder, it was coming from behind the shelf. Then everything suddenly went eerily quiet. My pulse slowed, my hand still wrapped around khyrix's who possessed the terrifying calm of someone who knew they were the apex predator. Crack. I hadn't registered the sound yet before the books on the shelf came tumbling down in a horrifying mess.

Valerie’s POV The sound beyond the fractured doorway was almost impossible to follow. It wasn't footsteps. It wasn't machinery. It resembled the slow turning of countless pages inside an enormous book, each one sliding over another with quiet precision. The noise spread through the archive rather than approaching from a single direction, as though the walls themselves had begun remembering something they were never meant to hold. Valerie remained still. Her fingers tightened around the Origin book, now nothing more than a volume of blank pages.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.