Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

Then without waiting for any more, he left with big strides. Staring at the back of Nicolas, she stood at the parking zone, all alone. The darkness and silence of the parking zone were feeling extremely weird at that moment, it was exactly like the silence and calmness after the storm which has left after destroying everything on its way and leaving behind the marks of its destructiveness and cruelty.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

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.

It whispered up her bones. Zarek appeared beside her, jaw clenched, his hand brushing against hers. Behind them, Rune, Zevi, Lioren, stood ready, their postures tense, eyes scanning the warped horizon. A storm was coming—no rain, no wind. A storm of soul and shadow. Then everything went still. From the center of the clearing, where sacred rituals had been performed and blood had been spilled, the air cracked. Like glass. A rift tore open—not with noise, but silence. That aching, terrible silence before a scream.

When she was close enough to touch, she swung at me. I stepped back just in time. Emily's hand cut through empty air, and she stumbled, nearly falling. I watched, my face an emotionless mask, as she struggled to regain her balance. She looked up at me, disbelief etched on her face. "You...you wouldn't catch me?" Her logic was a puzzle I could not solve on the spot. "You tried to slap me, I dodged, and so, you were the one who ended up falling. "And now you're blaming me for not catching you?

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

T‌he storm had pa​ssed, l‌e‍av‌ing be​hind a s​ilence s​o absolute it felt lik‌e a physica​l weight on my eardrums. "The​ silence is⁠ wors‍e," Pete‌r mutte‌red. ⁠He was hunched o⁠ver his laptop again, the blue‌ light⁠ of th‌e screen clashing sickly wi​th the morning’s natural​ pallor. H​e hadn't slept; the dark‍ circles un‍d⁠er his eye‌s looked like bru​ises. "When the wind was blowing,⁠ I c‌ould pretend I didn't hear the w‍o‍rld coming f​or us."

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.