These Silent Woods Novels & Stories

Winter ordered. “Yes Sir” replied Del one of Sorrow’s friends in a bored voice. Del wasn’t just Sorrow’s friend but his best friend. They did almost everything together, at first, I had thought they were somehow related. “This isn’t the time to be going through your notes, Weapon” Mr. Winter rudely said giving me a piercing look. I quickly shut it close then placed it back inside my bag pack while Nara let out a short rude laughter. I knew Nara, she was good friends with Sophie Ren. It was no wonder she was rude and beautiful.

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."

…Lauren woods will cease to exist. You will become Michelle Byrne… Lauren’s entire body was numb from walking but she didn’t stop. She was getting married. I’m getting married! Her entire system screamed. From tomorrow, she would cease to exist. The world was cruel. The whole damn world was cruel. And then, she had thought living her entire life like a slave was the worst thing that could ever happen to her. She turned and stared at the pond beside her. How she had gotten there was unknown to her; but well, she needed the privacy. With a sigh, she lowered herself unto the grass, still engrossed in her thoughts. She could only wish time came to a halt.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my senses attuned to the surrounding woods. The thick forest was alive with the sounds of animals stirring in the night. The hoot of an owl echoed through the clearing, followed by the howl of a distant wolf. Crickets chirped in the background, creating a symphony of sounds that lulled us into a peaceful slumber. As the night passed, the fire flickered and died down, leaving only the soft glow of the moon to light our camp. The woods were quiet now, with only the occasional snap of a twig or rustling of leaves to break the stillness.

I nodded my head and sat back while we drove to Bright Sky. Just as planned when we were a mile away from the edge of their territory we pulled over. Lorenzo came to my door and opened it for me. I took the hand he offered and we walked towards the woods while Tony got into the back seat. "Sorry about this. I know we usually do this with more romance but.." He said. "I know we're pressed for time" I said with a small smile. When we were far enough in the woods we did our business.

“Losing a limb or two should be fine for you, perhaps you would like getting a little more fractures like you did to my mom.” His mouth fell open to speak but his words deserted him. Dylan's words were moving a little too fast for him. Was he going ahead with it? Should he talk him out of it? He asked himself. Just when he thought that was the peak of his worries, Dylan's next mumble paralyzed him. “Or should I just eat you and end this once and for all?” The dead silence of the dark woods hit him more than it ever did. Rachel fell on her knees as she remained frozen with quiet tears forming in her eyes. She still couldn't utter a word, and her quivering parted lips told him she was trying t

she signed and asked Jacqueline. “Oh! He is Xavier Hills of the Silent Moon Pack” she signed back. When growing up, she had heard so much about the Hills pack family, and she had heard her father saying they were silent but the most feared pack of the entire wolf packs they had ever known. Jacqueline turned to look at the Alpha and then heads to turn and sign to Nathalia that the Alpha wanted to have a conversation with her. Now she knew she could no longer avoid him or his eye contact he had seen her talk with Jacqueline, which meant she could talk to him too without any worry.

“And I am not afraid of listening. I am done with silence.” They sat at the island and shared the tea. For a while they spoke about ordinary things. Hana’s new habit of labeling her cables. Noah’s dry jokes that arrived like cards placed perfectly at the end of a hand. Mason’s grandmother and her circle of friends who had begun to send Celeste hand written cards like old generals saluting a new standard. Then they let the quiet gather again. It was not heavy. It was a fabric that rested where it was needed.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

The pines go from green to a black so dark it drinks the light, and the snow between them lies unmarked, no tracks, no scat, no sign that anything living has crossed it in a long time. It is the silence that gets into me the worst. I have hunted deep-winter woods my whole adult life, and a living forest is never truly quiet; there is always something under the hush, a settling of snow off a branch, the tick of cold in the wood, the far complaint of a crow. Here, there is nothing.