The Silent Man Book Novels & Stories

The sentence not only echoed the sea. He seemed to go through time. The shapes in the water moved simultaneously. Not to Mara. They knelt. Everybody. Hundreds of dark silhouettes were lowered into the fire, as if they were on this answer is waiting. The bare man screamed something. But his voice was swallowed by the wind. Mara held Nora's hand. Warm. Little. Strembling. She saw Jonas. Lena knelt beside him. Her hands were blood smashed, but he lived. He tried

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

The young man quickly spoke. "woman?" He asked The man quickly nodded, as the gun was instantly pointed at his forehead, his face turned pale. " Please don't kill me, i will tell you all I know, the woman name, they called her Silent," he blurted out. The name sounded familiar to him, he slowly lowered the gun, a dark smile appeared on his face. Now everything made sense. Silent was known for helping people disappear. She was clever, dangerous, and almost impossible to track.

The man I need to manipulate to finally get my ticket back to the modern world. If the mating ceremony and his arrival coincide . . . A genuine, feisty, incredibly dangerous smile stretches slowly across my lips, my eyes glittering with a cold light in the amber shadows of the office. “Exactly,” I whisper into the deathly silence of the room. This is going to get interesting once he arrives. MINTHE His Arrival * * * The old priest freezes. The silence that follows is so absolute that the only sound in the room is the crackle of a lone candle burning on the desk.

I watched him. The man who carried the weight of countries. The man who bent rooms by entering them. The man who chose silence over reassurance because safety mattered more than comfort. And here he was. Asleep. Vulnerable. Human. When he finally stirred, his voice was low. “Don’t move.” “I wasn’t planning to.” He smiled without opening his eyes. “Stay.” “I am,” I whispered. And for the first time since everything began—before danger, before distance, before choices that changed us—we were simply two people sharing quiet.

The air in the room felt tight. Dangerous. I shifted slightly, my fingers tightening around the sketchbook again. The man leaning on the table finally noticed me. His eyes flicked to me, then back to Rai. “Who’s that?” Every muscle in my body went still. Rai didn’t look at me. “Irrelevant.” My chest twisted slightly at the word…Irrelevant. Good…Safe. Better than being noticed. The older man didn’t look convinced. “You don’t bring irrelevant things into your house, Rai.” That made him pause.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

When I wanted to. But that day, like most days, I pretended. I kept the tiny blockers tucked in my ears, right beneath the round hearing aids. Not even Elias knew. Not even the doctors. They all thought I’d accepted my fate. They all thought I was fated to die deaf, that it ran in my blood. I let them. It was safer that way. A man approached us then, someone from Elias’s circle. His hair was silver at the temples, and his smile was full of money and secrets. His name was probably something old and powerful. He spoke, but not to me. Never to me.

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.