These Silent Woods Novels & Stories

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

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.

⸻ The city lay under a canopy of midnight blue, the streets emptying slowly as the late hour approached. Streetlights flickered softly, casting long, wavering shadows on the cobblestones, and in the quiet hum of the night, Serena felt the weight of anticipation pressing against her chest.

Just a few more steps into the quiet darkness where nothing could touch me. I walked into the woods. The trees closed around me immediately, blocking out what little light there had been in the clearing. It was darker here, quieter, the kind of silence that felt thick and heavy. I kept walking anyway, following the path as it curved between massive tree trunks, my numb feet carrying me forward while my mind stayed blank and empty. The path split. I stopped, staring at the two directions it offered, both looking exactly the same in the darkness. I turned around to look back the way I'd come and found nothing but trees and snow and more trees.

Chapter 17 ~ARDEN~ The woods were silent when I arrived. That was the first thing I noticed not the empty road, or the abandoned vehicle or the faintest trace of rogue energy lingering between the trees. It was too quiet, but I knew forests were never truly quiet. There was always something alive within them. Either the movement of creatures beneath the soil or the whisper of leaves or the distant calls of wolves communicating at night. But this silence felt unnatural, like the entire forest had witnessed something and decided to keep its secrets.

I ate my food in silence and watched as people walked by. Ryker. No! His lips... No, Shea! Focus on your doughnut. Damn! There's a lot of sugar in it. The way he held me gently, like an egg... Don't think about him, Shea. Look at the beautiful surroundings. The green leaves on the tall trees, the people walking by. I tried so much to block Ryker out of my mind, but you know when you are trying hard to forget something but it keeps showing up in your brain. That was exactly how it was. I decided to focus on the people passing by.

Not a peaceful silence, but an empty one. He was in a part of the Whispering Woods far from the Glimmerwood, looking for a particular type of moss mentioned in one of Kael's oldest journals. This part of the forest was always a little quieter, the trees older, their songs more like deep, slow cello notes. But today, the cello was gone.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen. But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.

Corra said, her voice carrying the weight of ages. “Welcome to the Silver Forest!” We followed her through the glowing trees, the Silver Forest breathing around us like a living myth. Every step made the air feel thick, humming with ancient power. Snow-dusted branches glowed under the moonlight, their light brushing over my skin, over Liora’s pale face. I held her closer against my chest, leaning down so my lips brushed her temple. “Liora… little fawn… we are here!” I whispered, my voice cracking.