The Shattered Silence Novels & Stories

"Nice speech... too bad it won't save you. Oh, and if you hoped that your tablet would send a signal for help, don't hold your breath. I have a scrambler covering this place ten miles in each direction." My final failure... but I'd tried. I had done my best. As my eyes closed, too heavy to hold them open, I could only hope that history would judge me kindly. Assuming there was anyone left to write it. I heard a shot, but this time, nothing else hurt. I wanted to look, but I couldn't move. Something landed on me... something heavy. The crowd erupted, some people screamed, there were more gunshots. Then I heard an enormous crashing noise, like a massive boulder erupting through the roof over o

The fragile melody scraped against the silence, fraying at the edges like it might shatter at any moment. "It's going to be okay," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the road. Zina didn't answer. I didn't blame her. Words had lost their weight a long time ago. **** The cabin loomed ahead, tucked away beneath a canopy of trees that seemed more sinister than comforting tonight. The moon had risen high above the forest, its pale light casting long, silver shadows that danced across the clearing. I killed the engine and stepped out, the cold air biting against my skin. "Stay here," I said. "Lock the doors."

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

Trust is not lost all at once. It fractures— --- In moments. --- In choices. --- In the silence after something breaks. --- And once it’s gone— --- It does not return the same. --- The chamber fell still. --- Not because everything had been saved— --- But because something had been lost. --- Irretrievably. --- The fracture sealed. --- Abrupt. --- Final. --- As if it had never been there. --- As if what had been taken— ---

Not even a whisper dared to break the quiet. Because right there, in that thick, suffocating silence, Kael's world had just shattered. Piece by agonizing piece. As the ruins settled around him, heavy and undeniable, no one stepped forward. No one tried to mend what was broken. No one even bothered to pretend. They simply stood there, frozen, as the truth finally sank in. And Kael? He didn't move either. He just stared, as if trying to pinpoint the exact moment everything had slipped through his grasp, and whether there was anything left to hold onto at all. Or if this was simply the moment he finally lost everything.

After the Shatter Silence after destruction was never really silence. It had sounds. Dust falling. Wood settling. Rain dripping through broken windows. Breathing. Mine. Damien’s. Too close. Too uneven. The kind of breathing that admitted what words tried to bury. His arms were still around me. My cheek was still against his chest. His heart was still hammering under my ear like it had somewhere urgent to be. For one suspended second, I let myself stay there.

With silence that was too loud to explain away. They didn’t clap nor smiled. And I didn’t either.

No sound. Horror broke out. I stretched up and reached for my throat, wires digging at my skin, tubes catching at my arms. Bandages caught at my fingertips—thick and rough and constricting. I was startled to discover that something was wrong. Something is seriously, seriously wrong. From the other side of the room, a nurse whispered, "Adrian," but her eyes quickly averted as though she couldn't keep staring into mine. She pressed a button and spoke softly to summon a doctor. I tried to sit up, but the pain was sharp and constant. My body felt heavy and alien. Looking at the steel mirror that was affixed to the wall made me feel nauseous. The face of a stranger holding a mirror greeted me. Th

He collapsed on top of me, his body a heavy, warm weight, still buried deep inside her. The silence that followed was not peace. It was a void. A ringing, white-hot, and holy emptiness where two souls had just been annihilated and remade. In the darkness, there was only the sound of their shattered breathing, and the slow, wet, and final pulse of him, still deep inside her. Fuck! There was no going back now