The Silence In Her Eyes Novels & Stories

I waited for her to tear her vocal cords raw like she did the first time, to curse my name, to tell me she was going to rip my throat out the second she got free. The screaming never came. This time, she was terrifyingly silent. Not a single sound escaped her parted lips. Her mouth remained open in a silent, suffocating gasp, her lungs desperately trying to pull in oxygen that her locked diaphragm wouldn't allow. A thin sheen of cold sweat broke out across her forehead, soaking the collar of her gray shirt, while silent, scalding tears streamed continuously from the corners of her eyes, running down her temples into her hair.

"I am an alpha. I don't walk out on a fight. If one day you become a mate to an alpha, male or female, then what? Will you be proud of yourself for running away like you do now?" Kinlsey gave him a lopsided smile. "I plan to be a working member of the pack. Not some mate to an alpha. I will live this life the way I want it. In peace. Like it's always gonna be." There was hidden meaning to it and Chester was smart enough to catch on. Not being able to use the link makes Kinsley hear nothing but static noise when he tried so hard to tap into it. "Just be careful next time. Fight back when you have the chance."

He saw her eyes shifting towards the direction of the hospital while she went silent for a minute. “...Is something wro–” “Shhh!” She hushed him before her eyes turned violet. His eyes quickly did a search around them, hoping no one was around them to catch the change in her eyes. Thankfully there wasn't, and he might've been the only one paranoid about it because Dylan and Lana only cared about what they had ahead of them. Did ther confidence come with being a dragon? “You were right.” Lana finally spoke up, her gaze still focused ahead. “He is reaching out to someone.”

Some of the hideous things they said she understood the others she didn’t understand as they spoke in lower tones before reacting towards her and it was never as good as she would always throw up and have bad bruises. She continued to lay there for a while as now her eyes where wide awake and she was feeling a lot lighter and better, when she opened her eyes she later on closed it because well she didn’t want to meet the eyes of the Alpha who sat by her. Maybe closing her eyes still will make him leave and let her feel at ease for a moment before he began asking her questions she probably had no answers to. As she was having those thoughts in mind suddenly someone touched her, not harsh not

She blinked, once, then looked away, her fingers lacing together in her lap. I took another slow drink. The silence between us stretched and scraped at our space like a limb with sharp claws. I didn’t want her to run from this. Not tonight. I was too tired for her walls. “Tell me,” I said, trying to meet her eyes. “Do you feel it too? Or am I alone in this…whatever this is?” Still, she said nothing. Her silence didn’t feel like rejection. It felt worse…like she was mourning. Like there was something she couldn’t say, and maybe never would.

"You didn't know a damn thing, because while her chest was being cut open, you were off kissing Roanna at a new year's party!" Mary spat, trembling with rage as tears ran down her cheeks. "Are you sure you aren't the one with a fake heart, Scott?" - The hospital ward was quiet for a very long time. After what seemed like an eternity, Scott finally opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion, "But she… She was the one who acted coldly to me and ignored me in the first place…

But she wasn't playing me. I knew the exact moment she decided not to look at me, the precise second she tilted her chin to hide what was in her eyes. Jana thought silence was a shield. What she never understood was that I could read her better now in silence than in words. Every pause, every measured breath, every flicker of her lashes was a confession she never meant to give.

The least I could do was obey a simple instruction. Clara I moved around the stranger after asking him to wait. I found my lamp and lit the wick. Light flooded the room, giving me a better look at the man. His eyes were stunning. They were a clear green, like the sun filtering through the leaves in summer. They made him even more handsome. There was something wrong, though. Those beautiful eyes were vacant, staring into the distance. I moved the lamp and his pupils remained unchanged. He didn’t follow the motion when I waved my hand in front of his face.

The silence in the room was extremely tense and suffocating. Naelis’s smile faltered, her hand hovering in the air. "Silas? What’s wrong? Why are you being so cold to me?" For a long moment, he didn't reply. Then, Silas’s head snapped up. The anger in his expression was so sudden and so fierce that Naelis instinctively took a step back. He glared at her, his eyes burning with a resentment that made her blood run cold. Silas didn't raise his voice, but the quiet intensity of his eyes was far more painful than a shout. He looked Naelis straight in the eyes, his voice trembling with a heartbreaking edge.

The metallic sound punctuates the silence like a gunshot, making me flinch despite myself. She plants her back against the door, lips tight, one finger raised to her mouth in a fierce, silent command: "Don't make a sound." The intensity in her eyes sends chills down my spine—not the familiar warmth I've known all my life, but something primal, ancient. Her gaze holds the weight of a thousand unspoken warnings. "Mom?" I mouth silently, the question forming on my lips without sound. She shakes her head once, decisively. The message is clear: *Silence is our only shield now.*