Spell For Silence Novels & Stories

When she finally spoke again, her voice was quieter. Colder. Controlled in a way that shut everything else out. “Can we just drive in silence, please?”

He stood up from the floor, pacing back and forth with his hands brushing through his hair, “Anna you have silent amnesia!” I stared at him, disbelief clouding my eyes. His words, "Silent amnesia," echoed in my mind. "Silent amnesia?" I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "What… what does that even mean?" Alfred ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. "It means," he began, his voice strained, "that you've forgotten things. Important things. Things you can't consciously recall, but they're affecting you deeply."

You could enlarge the wound you are trying to heal" Narek warning voice came out low and menacing, I gulped down nothing. He stood straight and clapped his hands, "Now the spell. Hespanon scruth van thowar zum" The words rolled out of his lips with ease, he was so good with spells, I admired it. "Now before you all say it, notice the way the first word come out. Hespanon, the first letter 'H' is silent, don't forget that. With that being said, let me hear it" he added, referring to the spell he just taught us about.

Had the nightmare been merely a precursor to this moment, a calculated strike to ensure the wolf was too broken and battered to protect the human half of our soul? "Don't worry," Kaelen whispered, his hand moving with deliberate slowness to my throat. The black energy glowed brighter where his skin touched mine, burning like frozen fire. Each point of contact sent fresh waves of agony through my body. "You can't scream. No one will hear you, no matter how hard you try. While we were 'sparring,' I cast the silencing spell… a beautiful piece of work, really. It's a delicate thread, wrapped tight around your throat like a lover's embrace." He let out a low, chilling chuckle that made my skin cr

A terrifying, impossible thought. No. I whisper the word to the empty room. "No." But the silence doesn't answer. The silence just watches. And waits.

Let the silence build. "Myself." The room went absolutely quiet. Not a whisper. Not a breath. Just the sound of the chandelier clicking as the building settled.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

I whisper in silence. ..... ……….. …………… ………… ………. ………… …………. …………….. …………. ……….. … ……….

crestfallen souls' muffled cries, voluble minds of the wide awake who appears to be nocturnal, and mysteries that emerge when the world is in deep dark shadow They're to blame for how deafening silence can be at times. "You're quiet" I said. "Silence isn't quiet." he responded. I looked at him immediately. "The parting of vanilla clouds from the sky isn't as quiet as silence. The banging of hammer and thunder is not silence, but the banging of hammer and thunder. Silence is a yearning attention, not a reserve emotion. It's the sound of lungs gasping for air while barely breathing. It's the kind of chest that tears itself away from your ribcage, yearning to be heard and assured.."

The specific silence of something that has finally, fully, stopped. And then Nothing.