The Silence Review 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!"

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

Wren The silence that took over the penthouse during the last three days was not the usual. It was louder than any other thing. It felt like walking through deep water, every movement sluggish, and every breath heavy with the pressure of things left unsaid. After Noelle left, I worked until my eyes burned under the harsh glare of my laptop, losing myself in the Paris accounts, searching for some kind of salvation. But no matter how hard I tried to build my walls, I couldn't escape him.

"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching 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.

Sophia felt the hum steady beneath it all, not demanding, not retreating. Waiting. Not for obedience. For honesty. And as snow continued to fall, the world learned something fragile and necessary: silence was not the enemy — but staying silent forever might be. For now, the balance held. And humanity, uncertain and unfinished, kept walking forward anyway.

The Silence That Watches Back POV: Aidan Victory should feel louder than this. It should carry weight. Relief. Something that settles in the chest and tells you the danger has passed, that the fight is over, that whatever stood against you is gone for good. But this— This silence feels different. Not empty. Not peaceful. It feels like something waiting. The projection remains clear, the space ahead of the ship undisturbed, no trace of the structure that had nearly overwhelmed us. No signal echoes. No distortion. Nothing left behind to confirm what we just destroyed.

someone finally croaked. “This looks like our original hotel… but how did we get here?” No one answered. Silence. Blank stares. A lot of squinting. “Let’s get some food. Maybe chewing something will help me remember.” Everyone nodded like it was gospel. We hadn’t even changed out of our clothes, but we looked just barely presentable enough to make it out. The rest of the house was… quiet. Too quiet. And weirdly clean. Like suspiciously clean. Then—a voice broke the silence.

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

A silent, dark ache. Silas hadn’t left. She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the silk robe slipping from her shoulders, breath held like a prayer. In the reflection behind her, a silhouette. Towering. Still. Watching. She didn’t move. She wanted to see what he would do. Silas approached without a sound. His eyes, always unreadable, flickered down her body. He didn’t touch. Just stared. Consumed. Possessed. Her heart thudded. "Do you ever think about it?" she whispered. "About me?"