Touch The Sound Of Silence Novels & Stories

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

‎ ‎No disappearance ever took anything away. ‎ ‎Only this. ‎ ‎The light that is. ‎ ‎The love that is. ‎ ‎The being that is. ‎ ‎The ordinary sound of traffic outside is this. ‎ ‎The distant bark of a dog is this. ‎ ‎The hum of the refrigerator is this. ‎ ‎The click of a key is this. ‎ ‎The quiet of the room is this. ‎ ‎No sound apart from sounding. ‎ ‎No silence apart from silencing. ‎ ‎Only this.

I’ve watched empires burn and walked away without blinking. But this sound? This rhythmic, rapid-fire beat of existence? It drops me to my knees. I reach out, my hand shaking as I grasp Eve’s hand. Her fingers tighten around mine instantly. I look down at her. She’s crying, silent tears tracking down her cheeks, a soft, wondrous smile on her lips. "Do you hear that?" she whispers. "I hear it," I choke out. My voice is wrecked. Unrecognizable. I squeeze her hand, fighting the urge to bury my face in her neck and weep like a child. I feel stripped raw. Exposed. The armor I’ve spent a lifetime welding to my skin has just been pierced by a sound wave.

Thwip. The sound was disgustingly silent. A choked cough of air, and then the thud of a body hitting the polished marble. My breath caught, a small, splintered sound that felt like a cannon shot in the deathly silence of the room. I covered my mouth so hard that my own teeth cut into the skin of my palm. Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't exist, Ruby.

His silhouette with the scenery of sunset behind him looked lonely and desolate. - Leah's fate was far worse than anyone could have imagined. According to the guards, she had completely lost her mind. When the wolfsbane's toxicity flared, she writhed in the water dungeon while screaming. Her skin became raw and bloody from all the scratching. Her nails fell off. Blood stained the cold cement floor. When I heard the news, I was teaching Katie how to identify different types of flowers. "Mom, what's this flower called?" Katie pointed to a purple blossom curiously.

“Nathaniel?” Silence. Her eyes scanned the living room. It was empty. “Nat, where are you?” she called again, louder now. Her heartbeat thundered. Then—pop. A balloon burst above her head. Red confetti rained down in a soft flutter. The sudden sound made her jump, but then she stood still, frozen beneath the falling paper like a scene from a dream. Music filled the air. “And my words, like silent raindrops, spill.” from Sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel.

"Didn't you hear me? Get out." His suppressed anger suddenly exploded, and he gripped my wrist tightly. "Wendy, are you messing with me? The doctors said you were fine, so didn't you just go through all that trouble for me to come back to you? I'm here now, so why are you acting like you don't care?" I scoffed. "That's right, I was messing with you! Played you like a fool, didn't I?" Scott's expression twisted in rage, and that's when my heart monitor started to screech from my elevated heart rate. The shrill sound immediately broke through his rage, and his expression morphed into one of concern. Immediately, he reached to pat my back, trying to calm me down.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

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.

The world blurred—a smear of shadows and gold, of movement I couldn’t track, of sound too loud and too close. Air burned. I gasped for it, mouth opening on instinct, drinking it in like I’d been drowning in silence. My heart thundered against my ribs, a frantic, clumsy thing too big for my chest. A sound broke near me—a choked gasp, a ragged sob, I couldn’t tell. But it was real. It was close. And then warmth—so much warmth—closed around my hand. A touch I knew. A grip I’d felt in dreams. Fingers trembling, wrapping around mine like they were afraid I’d vanish again.