The Silent Twins Book Novels & Stories

How will she deal with MONTHS? The next time Viatrix looked back, neither of the twins was on her heels. She sniffed the air, but their scents had dispersed. Well fuck, they are probably planning a pincher move or similar. Listening for them did nothing. Their gift allowed them to move silently. They could stomp around this island, and we wouldn’t hear them. They had the advantage; not only could they move silently, but this was their territory while Viatrix and I’d just followed the trail to look for the signs.

A deep growl echoed from far below the mountain. Not animal. Not human. Ancient. Waiting. Always waiting. Then… Something happened that none of my research prepared me for. The twins reached for each other. Their small hands found one another despite the chains. The instant their fingers touched… The sanctuary fell silent. Every flame. Every whisper. Every tremor. Stopped. Complete stillness. The silver light surrounding them changed. It softened. It no longer felt scary. It felt… Warm. Protective. The runes that bound them began fading.

A cluster of guests near the entrance had gone quiet, several phones raised at once, angled toward a television mounted above the gallery's small bar — a corner Priya kept on for the evening news, low volume, mostly ignored until now. Hannah felt Andy go still beside her before she'd even turned around. Danny and Gianna sat under studio lighting, matching earnest expressions, an interviewer leaning in with the practiced sympathy of someone building toward a harder question. The volume was too low to hear from across the room, but the chyron scrolling beneath them didn't need sound: *VAUGHN TWIN SCANDAL: "WE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FALL IN LOVE."* "Turn it up," someone near the bar said, and Priya,

"They'll regret breathing the same air as you and the twins." The twins' magic flared brighter for a heartbeat, two small beacons against the growing dark. They knew. They were warning us. I rose slowly, every bone in my body trembling, and pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads. "I hear you," I whispered. "I will protect you." A faint cry drew both our attention back to the cribs. The twins had woken, blinking up at us with impossibly bright eyes, one silver as the moon, the other molten gold like the sun.

Cage protested. "You can't be serious sire, this is ridiculous, I can't do that, not with him, trust me, you don't want a child from him, he'll be ugly." Nia countered, feeling bad for what Cage had said about her. "Really Ms.Nia, really." Mr.Nobody said, emphasizing on the fact that the twins actually belong to Mr.Cage. At this point, Nia was sure that he knew her secret but refused to spill the beans. "Well, you dimwits gotta choose between your ego and your kids, I want to see Nia's pregnancy test results in a month, if not both your kids will be where they are meant to be, in the grave."

The resounding amen followed, and I watched Tristan walk to his chair, then take a seat. Truly, my father had been right. He was way too silent, way too quiet nowadays. He looked like someone that was planning something huge, he was trouble himself, and sometimes I found it difficult to accept that this was my twin, that I was related to such a person. Well, I didn't choose my siblings, I muttered inwardly, taking a swipe of my vegetables.

"You trusted the convenience of her compliance. You allowed your judgment to be blinded because she offered you an easy, performative refuge that didn't demand any baseline energy or verification. You accepted a manufactured persona because it was less exhausting than standing by a wife who was trying to show you the structural holes in your own fortress." Michael stared down at her signature on the paper, his breath forming small, pale ribbons of vapor that vanished into the dim air of the terrace. The toxic rivalry between the twins was officially over, the gate was locked, and the identity thief had been cast out into the lower street levels of the city, stripped of her stolen identity fo

Elma’s POV The night clung to me like a second skin, heavy with secrets I had carried too long. I thought I had mastered the art of keeping them buried, but the twins’ eyes…those sharp mirrors of my undoing…were peeling me apart piece by piece. Roshan’s anger had been simmering all evening, so close to breaking, and Ridwan’s silence felt like an anchor tied around my heart. They didn’t know yet, not fully, but every time their wolves reached for mine, I could feel the bond straining against the lies I had wrapped around myself.

Concerned, she decided to check the bar area, and there she discovered the twins peacefully asleep, their heads resting on the table, fingers intertwined. Vera shook her head, observing them. No matter how intense their fights or differences, they always ended up together. They shared the same face and body but were as different as day and night, a true mirror image of each other. As she looked at them sleeping, Vera couldn't distinguish which one was Ixora, her best friend. She approached the bar's owner, Don Dillon, and borrowed one of his vehicles to drive the twins home. Vera managed to get them inside the house, but they were too out of it to make it to their respective rooms. So, she l

I looked over at Ashley, who was watching me with concern. "We'll figure this out, Abby," Ashley said, taking my hand. "We'll keep looking until we find someone who can help." I nodded hoping she was right. My case just had to be different, Ashley and I were twins yet I was the one with weird symptoms. We shared the same womb for months, why was I the black sheep? Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation.