Storm And Silence Novels & Stories

he shouted back his response. We were doing a pretty good job until Alveera was hit by the small staff. She yelled as the electricity travel through her.. I got distracted and I was hit too. remembering all the pain have gone through and sacrifices that I've make. I felt rage travel through me and radiate, they all yell as I set out my anger, I felt myself squeezing their mind.They all gasp holding their heads.

I was the wind, desperate to catch a current and fly, even if it meant crashing against the rocks. The silence returned, but it was different now. It was no longer the silence of avoidance; it was the silence of an aftermath. The brutal honesty had been laid bare, the cards had been played, and we were both left staring at the wreckage. Then, the silence was broken by the sound of his movement.

"Your finger." He took a step to the side. "Stretch your arms apart." He asked her and she obeyed immediately. The wind gently blew her hair off her face, she felt it between her fingers. "What is that?" He whispered now close to her ear, so that a pleasant shiver ran over her entire body. "The wind." "Do you see the wind?" She shook her head and looked at him. "You don't see the wind, but you can feel it, it's there." She nodded and he continued. "And so I feel that Jesus is always with me."

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

he said while dragging her behind him still having a steel grip on her hair. His steps were sturdy as he paid no heed to what the woman was going through and kept dragging her up the stairs, her legs bent, her hands clutched his, tears fell and sobs choked her but he heard none. A menacing bark of laughter followed his movement of pushing her in front of him and a loud clap roared in the silent surrounding. The sky roared witnessing the torment and a loud clap of thunder made the cloudy sky bright. “I… am sorry, I promise I won’t do it again, I’m sorry” she cried, she winced at the pain that shot through her scalp and made her weak. Her limbs trembled as she tried to take in a shaky breath b

He would take it as a challenge. Skylar would reach a certain stream after weaving his way through the thick woods. That's a few miles of ground he covered every time he would be there. He would pant and stare at blackness when it was dark or at the moon's reflection in the water when it's out. Full moon was in a few days so it's bright out that tonight. Skylar could see the broken image of the moon in the water, obscured by the shadows of the leaves of trees surrounding the stream. Arriving there, he would calm down from the running and his wolf was soothed by being in the presence of the stream. Or more precisely, the scent surrounding it which pacified him and his disappointment for his h

If I slept, I'd see my parents again. I resisted, fighting the seductive pull of darkness with all my might. I knew it was lying to me, but I couldn't speak. It felt like I was choking. I could only run—run... Just as the suffocating sensation threatened to consume me, a beam of light tore through the darkness like a sword. I, too, overcame the heaviness in my chest. For the first time, I heard my own voice, clear and true. "Harvey... help me."

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

The wind rose without a warning, sharp and frenzied. Grandpa stiffened as he pulled me closer against his chest. “Hold tight. We are with you.” The air crackled as Grandma moved swiftly behind me, placing both her hands on my back. She spoke worriedly. “You broke the bond. So, this is heaven's retribution, Child.” My heart pounded wildly as the sky split open. A deafening thunderclap roared across the Silver Forest, so violent that it shook the ground below us. The clouds over us churned unnaturally fast. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear, and then a blinding, searing, and merciless pain struck me, followed by another earsplitting thunderbolt exploding overhead.

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”