The World Of Silence Novels & Stories

Noah had made the world quiet again. And she didn't see that silence for what it was. A trap closing softly around her.

The first thing I realized was that I couldn't hear the world. For a man who had spent months with the screaming static of the global network and the violet hum of the Architect’s mind in his skull, the silence was more painful than the pressure. It was absolute. It was the silence of a coffin.

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

I knew what it was like to want to tell someone something desperately, and not being able to make a sound. My muteness cost me my voice. Fear cost Nora hers. But we were safe now. Kyle was gone. Wasn’t he?

Anna’s POV “…he is the only version of you that never split.” The world didn’t shatter. It didn’t explode. It didn’t collapse the way I thought it would. Instead It went quiet. Too quiet. Like everything inside me had suddenly stopped arguing. Stopped resisting. Stopped trying to hold itself together. And That Was Worse Because silence meant one thing. Something had finally aligned. My Breathing Slows Not naturally. Not by choice. But because something deeper inside me had taken control of it.

Kael I’d forgotten what real silence felt like. Not the kind that hums in your blood before a fight. Not the kind that falls after a scream. The other kind. The kind that means the world is holding its breath because something worse is about to exhale. That was the silence that hit just before the first horn blew. It rolled through the valley like a wound splitting open, low and deep and hungry. And every part of me—the part that was mine, the part that wasn’t anymore—knew exactly what it meant.

crestfallen souls' muffled cries, voluble minds of the wide awake who appears to be nocturnal, and mysteries that emerge when the world is in deep dark shadow They're to blame for how deafening silence can be at times. "You're quiet" I said. "Silence isn't quiet." he responded. I looked at him immediately. "The parting of vanilla clouds from the sky isn't as quiet as silence. The banging of hammer and thunder is not silence, but the banging of hammer and thunder. Silence is a yearning attention, not a reserve emotion. It's the sound of lungs gasping for air while barely breathing. It's the kind of chest that tears itself away from your ribcage, yearning to be heard and assured.."

After the world went dark around me, it felt like I was encased in a massive block of ice. It consumed me with each passing moment I remained there. Strangely, it brought me a sense of peace. Should I surrender to it, close my eyes, and give in to the comforting numbness?

"I am an alpha. I don't walk out on a fight. If one day you become a mate to an alpha, male or female, then what? Will you be proud of yourself for running away like you do now?" Kinlsey gave him a lopsided smile. "I plan to be a working member of the pack. Not some mate to an alpha. I will live this life the way I want it. In peace. Like it's always gonna be." There was hidden meaning to it and Chester was smart enough to catch on. Not being able to use the link makes Kinsley hear nothing but static noise when he tried so hard to tap into it. "Just be careful next time. Fight back when you have the chance."

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.