The Silent Waters Novels & Stories

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Damon didn’t utter a word and stepped forward, his expression tight. “I can do anything to win your trust, Cassian.” He gazed at me and put his hands in the water bowl, all eyes fixed on him. The seconds passed, the ticking of the clock the only sound besides the chorus of thundering heartbeats. Damon stood straight, his hands in water. But even after five minutes, the water remained crystal clear, the color unchanged. A tight knot softened in my chest. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding until now.

My wolf shivered uneasily. Warningly. I opened my eyes and looked around. Nothing but water. Sky. The beach behind me. No movement. No obvious shadow. “Just my imagination,” I whispered to myself. “Just water. Just wind.” I swam a little farther, my arms moving steadily through the sea. Everything felt normal. Everything felt peaceful. Then— Silence. No sound. No splash from my own movements. The water had become too still. Too quiet. My gaze darted around.

He’s taking notes in his mind. “Sounds?” he circles back to my first realization. “The heartbeat of the water. Not the shore’s rhythm, but as if the lake itself had a heart. Rare, deep.” My fingers tap the rhythm on the blanket. “And the silence of the stone.” This silence isn’t emptiness—it’s a quality.

Everything stops! Silence.

“This is older. This is bigger.” The wind shifted again, and suddenly Sienna couldn’t hear the river anymore. She couldn’t hear the leaves. She couldn’t hear anything except the pounding of her own heart and Ryder’s ragged breathing. The silence was absolute. Too absolute. “Ryder,” she murmured, “why is it so quiet?” He didn’t get to answer. The sky split open. A crack of silver light, thin as a blade, cut from one horizon to the other. It wasn’t lightning. Lightning was loud. Violent. Alive.

She had turned the volume off two hours ago, wanting to drown out every single thought of him with work. “My phone was on silent,” she said plainly. Opening her laptop, she typed rapidly to check the server logs. “And for your information, we are not delaying anything. We just got our main servers fully operational a few hours ago, and because the design is large, they have been in the upload queue for the last twenty minutes.” She turned the laptop around so he could see the screen, where a small blue progress bar was hovering at ninety-nine percent. A second later, a green checkmark popped up: Upload Complete.

They giggled and whispered. Silas walked up onto the stage and stood in front of all of them with his hands placed on his hips. He cleared his throat. All of them immediately stopped talking and all eyes were on him. Power radiated off of him and his voice was loud and clear as he spoke out to them, "We have a visitor."

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.