Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

The blizzard swallowed the glass. Then—nothing. The silence hit harder than any scream. Leo’s coat hem slipped through my fingers like smoke, leaving me clutching at a vacuum of air that tasted of absolute zero. One second, the storm was a thousand howling voices from the past. The next, the world simply ceased to breathe. No wind. No roar. Just a heavy, unnatural stillness that pressed against my eardrums until they throbbed with a rhythmic, sickening pressure.

Winter snapped almost causing my left ear to go deaf. “I’m sorry sir” he said softly with his head faced down. “YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT NOTHING MORE!” he yelled. “I wonder how Mr. Haze would think if he saw you right now.” I felt something wetting my hand as I slowly took a glance at my hand which was on the table just beneath Sorrows head. Tears had covered it and I knew they came from Sorrow. “Everyone you can go home” Mr. Winter quickly said. We all started packing our books and heading out.

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

****************************POV: Claire********************** --- I’d never realised how loud silence could be until it followed me into every room. No footsteps, no phones, no clicking of heels across the marble. Just… silence. The kind that stretched and creaked like an old house on the verge of breaking. We were winning. At least, that’s what everyone kept saying. But then why did it feel like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for the wind to remember me?

The other prepared understanding. And between them, silence pulsed — not empty, but full of possibility and danger braided tight. The storm had not broken. It had only inhaled.

One poorly chosen word. Irreversible. I imagined my hands shaking, my voice breaking, headlines twisting every syllable. My throat tightened. Absolutely not. Silence. Say nothing. Disappear. Let the storm exhaust itself. Silence could feel dignified. Untouchable. Above the noise. But silence could also look like confirmation. The world hated empty spaces. It filled them with its own stories. And right now, their stories were merciless. I exhaled slowly. Silence was both shield and weapon.

Alpha Nathan lay there for a moment, still stunned by the suddenness and violence of the storm. But as he gazed around, he realized with a sense of horror that the storm had not been kind to the world around him. Everywhere he looked, he saw destruction and chaos. Trees were uprooted, buildings were damaged, and everything was soaked and sodden. And then he noticed the silence. There were no sounds of birds chirping, no sounds of traffic or people. It was as if the storm had wiped out all life, leaving behind a desolate and barren world. Alpha Nathan felt a cold fear settle into the pit of his stomach.

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"