Spell For Silence Novels & Stories

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

Only silence. Fade to black.

"Mykaela?" Complete. Utter. Silence. I slammed my palm on the wet tiles. "Shit." ◆

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

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.

I laughed in delight, and Ronan nearly dropped me in shock. “Clara, you laughed!” Ronan yelped. Nora smiled. “She drank some of my blood. Just a drop, and already she can make noise!” “Clara, that’s wonderful!” Ronan said. He smiled. “You have a beautiful laugh. I’ll have to think of something truly funny to say, so that I can hear it again.” Ronan, Nora, and Tracy worked together to help me learn to speak. Nora, whose father was also mute, had made a study of how sounds were formed. She was able to teach me how to position my mouth and tongue.

Bleeding. SILENCE

It was an excellent place to work since I had moved my gear out yesterday night. It was decided that Amiria would cast the spell on me first by herself. She wanted to see if she could do it without the power boost from the other two. She explained what the words meant; it was in Latin, a language that no one spoke anymore. Amiria said it was about calling the silence, the darkness and finally, the light. The silence was so I couldn't be heard. The darkness was to hide me, and the light was to hide both the darkness and me. I was confused about why she needed both dark and light. However, she explained that without the darkness hiding me, the light would cast shadows, and there would be an ou

No applause. Only silence. And in that silence , Truth.

Sirelia had always been afraid of silence. Not noise. Not stillness. Silence. That breathless hum between thoughts where nothing moved and everything waited. As a child, before prophecy, before ash, before Elara, she feared it the way others feared shadows. Because in silence, truths spoke without permission. And truths, real ones, did not flatter. So she learned to speak over them. She built walls of sound, fortresses of command, cathedrals made of battle hymns and royal decrees. If the world echoed with her voice, it could not echo with doubt.