The Silence Part 2 Novels & Stories

The man looked toward her. "Understand what?" The woman's silver eyes filled with sadness. "Life." Silence. The Second Silence smiled. A genuinely kind smile. And somehow that made everything worse. "No." His voice softened. "You still don't." The city trembled. The silver tower glowed brighter. Reality itself seemed to respond to his emotions. The man looked toward Nova. "You do, though." Nova froze. "What?" The Second Silence stepped closer. Not threatening. Not aggressive. Simply calm.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

I sat in my room as the candles burned lower and I understood that this silence was different from the others he had given me. The other silences were weapons. Deliberate absences designed to make me feel the shape of what I was not being given. This silence felt like something else. Like a man who had seen something he had not planned to see, and had gone somewhere quiet to decide what to do with it. I did not know what that meant. But Mara was warm and still in my chest. I lay in the dark for a long time listening to a silence that, for once, I could not fully read and for once I actually had second thoughts on what I said in the court room.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you" Minutes pass by, and nothing happens. The whole place was quiet, and the only sounds were that of our silent breathing. My mind was racing out of focus. The anxiety of it all was crippling. I wanted to hear the sirens that said that everything was clear. We sit in silence for a whole hour, but nothing happens. Suddenly my mind goes to Scarlet and Ian's family, who lived in the same area. I send a prayer up to the heavens, praying to keep them safe.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.

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."

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.