Romans & histoires The Silent Waters

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

"A miracle." The First Silence They waited. The water lapped at their toes, calm, not expectant. The current seemed to move in time with Nya's pulse. Light shimmered across its surface, catching no reflections, only stories—scenes flickering just beneath: children walking, flames rising, hands held, blades dropped. Maera tilted her head. "Do you hear anything?" Nya nodded. "Everything." "And yet… nothing." "That's how rivers speak. They don't raise their voices. They wait until you're finally listening."

The path she took went deeper into the woods, where the trees grew thick and old, their gnarled roots twisting across the ground like coiled serpents. The night air was colder here, the silence broken only by the low croak of frogs and the faint rustle of unseen creatures. She clutched her shawl tighter as she walked, her eyes darting around every few steps. The moonlight guided her through the narrow trail until, at last, the trees parted—and there it was. The Black Waters. It wasn't truly black, not in the way the stories said. By moonlight, it shimmered dark silver, calm and almost beautiful. But beneath that calm surface, the water ran deep and dangerous, its bottom lost to time and silt

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

"We both know the council your father is getting. His generals would think this the best time to show strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothing of theirs can be used against these five, talkless about one. I wonder why anyone would think to create these beings." From what Anna had read about them from her family's old book, these five whispers were created to protect the secrets of the sea. They were the very build of silence, made to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence, nothing ever wen

REVENGE I followed the running sound of water and whistle. His bulky back with a bull tattoo faced straight at the gun’s barrel. “You don’t want do this” were his first words. “Shut it and move” I ordered. “Can you at least let me get my clothes before killing me” he said. “Shut it and walk” I said firmly. He slowly walked down the small passage into the lounge with his hands up. “Stop” I ordered. “Now slowly turn around.”

“They’re attacking because they’re pleading for an end. They’re begging for the silence.” ​I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking but my resolve hardening into diamond. I didn’t reach for the silver fire of destruction. Instead, I reached for the frost—the "Sovereign’s Silence" I had discovered in the depths of my captivity. I walked toward the obsidian cage, ignoring the spectral hands that clawed at my clothes. I touched the cold, black surface of the stone, and instead of trying to shatter it with force, I offered it a bridge. I opened the deepest parts of my soul to the Wraiths, offering them my warmth, my heartbeat, and my memories of the Black Mountain as it used to be—full of life,