Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

Marcus growled. "No. It is trying to exist. The same way the Rage was trying to exist. The same way the reflections were trying to exist. The Silence is the space that makes music possible. Without it, the choir is just noise. The Silence is not attacking us. It is trying to be heard." "Something that eats doors is trying to be heard." "The Rage tried to drain the Figure through the Bridge. The first Harmony's compound interest nearly restructured physics. Every component of the Figure's original sacrifice has reacted to being ignored with increasingly desperate measures."

He stood up and took the dish from me. At the same time, he lowered his voice so only the two of us could hear. “Bastard. Haven’t you always been trying to block my way into the Translation Institute? Fine then. I’ll steal Wynnie from right under your nose. That’s only fair!” The next second, the plate slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor. Most of the hot sauce splashed onto me, yet he screamed as though he was badly burned.

It was a bridge between the silence of the past and the roar of the present. ​"Now," Tobi whispered, looking up at the stars that were finally piercing through the dust. "The world is awake. And I think... I think it can finally hear me."

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

The kind of uncertainty that could swallow you whole. Black. Her eyes were black, but not the kind I usually associate with emptiness. Not like mine. Hers were layered, like a storm just barely held back. She’s chaos and calm, and it terrifies me more than anything else - because she makes me feel. And God, feeling has never been safe for me.

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

Bleeding. SILENCE

He stayed there, listening to the storm rage, knowing that this time, he might not survive the silence that followed. Because silence, he realized, isn’t absence. It’s punishment.

CCIII: S2 - THE TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE 1 (CHAOS AND HIS SWORD) Back At Armageddon: The silence that followed the transformation was heavier than the storm that had preceded it. Armageddon stood utterly still. The winds that had been howling moments ago faded into a low whisper across the cracked land. Ash drifted lazily through the air like dying snow. Even the ground, which had trembled beneath the chaotic eruption of power, had grown quiet again. But the quiet did not bring relief. Because everyone present could feel it. Something had changed.

I was alone. The Silence wasn't a peaceful thing. It was a vacuum. It was a hungry, howling cold that began to eat at my childhood. I forgot the name of the woman who sold bread in the Outskirts. I forgot the color of the sky on the day I was rejected. I forgot the warmth of the sun-stone salve. “Endure,” I whispered, the word Nyx had given me. “Endure as the storm.” The Second Descent: The Silent Breath