These Silent Woods Novels & Stories

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’.

Sandino: “Money buys a lot of silence. That’s the real flex.” Inside the penthouse the silence was not bought so much as enforced. Two floors down, Raphaël lay awake longer than he should have, the memory of her weight on his lap and the soft sound of her frustrated hiss replaying against his better judgment. He had made the only choice that kept him employed and breathing. He still whispered the same three words into the dark.

***Julian My eyes blinked back blinding white – pitch white grounds, grayish-white skies, frigid white mountain peaks. Only thin slivers of green hue slid through the fractured snow swept evergreens. Fresh powder wadded just above my knees as I moved in slow strides, bracing myself against the broken bough. From this distance, I could stalk for hours and wait out the wildlife. Wait on my next kill.

" Shane closed his eyes in pain. His head hung low, and his voice was hoarse. "I know it's all my fault. "I just hope I can stay by your side. "I don't mind being treated like a stranger. I'll just watch over you two in silence." I said nothing. After turning around, I walked to the window and watched the sky gradually turn dark. "Leave, and don't come back." Shane stood frozen there for a long moment. Only when I repeated my dismissal did he stagger away. His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate.

Looking at the eerie woods right in front of them, Auster and others no longer had any qualm as they quickly went through it. The moment they entered the woods, it felt as if they had gone to an alternative world. Their surroundings were terribly quiet. Though the wind was still blowing, the tree branches and leaves around them continued to sway, but no sound could be heard. Occasionally, even birds flew from inside the woods, but those birds also made no sound. Katia and others thought the Silent Woods happened to be a formation. Therefore, due to the benefits they had enjoyed from the rock formation, the group was no longer as careful as initially.

Sienna: The silence in the woods was not the type to bring peace. It was the kind that hummed with warning, like something beneath the surface was waiting to breathe. Like it was waiting to attack. Like it was waiting for the right moment to clamper upon those who are weak.

~HAZEL~ The walk through the whispering woods was serene and quiet, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and the distant, eerie calls of nocturnal creatures echoing around us. The moon above was full and luminous, casting a silvery glow across the treetops and the uneven forest floor, sharply contrasting with my very dull and somber mood, which felt weighed down by a puzzling sense of heartbreak.

The forest is too quiet. That’s the first, immediate warning. The natural sounds of the deep woods—the rustle of nocturnal animals, the whisper of the breeze through the pine needles—are all completely absent, replaced by a chilling silence. I’m walking alone along the invisible pack borders, my mind tense and alert, when the silence suddenly breaks with an eruption of noise. A dozen massive rogues burst through the trees like shadows with teeth. Their eyes glow a malevolent, hungry red, their snarls feral and echoing. They cross the border easily, slipping past our wards as if the magical defense isn't even physically there because they aren't magical entities.

They rode hard through the dead forest, the ground brittle beneath their feet and the sky a bruise above them. No birds. No wind. Not even the wolves dared to howl here. This was Ashwood—a cursed land beyond any pack’s claim. And deep within it lay the Temple of Silence, a place whispered about in ancient lore. It was where the Moon turned her face away… and the world forgot her name. Racheal hadn’t spoken since they left Ironroot. Neither had the Moon.

Eira countered, her hand never straying far from her weapon. The group moved cautiously, their senses heightened by the forest’s eerie silence. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs put them on edge, but they pressed on, driven by the urgency of their mission. By nightfall, they reached the outskirts of the Whispering Woods. The trees here were ancient and gnarled, their branches forming a canopy so dense that it blocked out the moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of moss and decay, and the only sound was the faint rustle of leaves in the wind.