Vow Of Silence Book 소설 & 이야기

Ashara spun around, her flashlight beam jerking wildly, slicing across trees and shadows and— Nothing. She reached for the gun, hands trembling. The deer bolted, vanishing into the thicket. No no no— She stood, spinning again, heart thundering in her chest. “Who’s there?” Another growl. Closer now. Then silence. Too silent. Ashara backed away, lips parted, the flashlight suddenly dimming, flickering once— —and dying. Darkness swallowed her whole. Her scream stayed trapped in her throat. She clutched the gun harder and ran.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND BULLYING CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER. I open my mouth, but no words come out. An invisible hand pulls where my chest should be. I close my mouth, blink, and try again. “Did we… um—” He doesn’t let me finish. “No, we didn’t do anything,” his smile turns almost bashful. He moves his face closer to mine, like he’s about to say something, and I take a breath, moving back instinctively.

Sometimes they talked about nothing at all—books she loved, the way she grew up by the river, how she believed silence could be a form of prayer. “Not every prayer needs words,” she said once. “Some prayers are just staying.” Taram glanced at her. “Staying is harder than speaking.” “Yes,” she agreed softly. “But it’s also more honest.” Other times, they said nothing at all. Taram discovered something startling: silence with Preye did not accuse him. It did not demand explanations or confessions. It did not ask him to account for the man he used to be or the God he no longer fully trusted. It simply stayed.

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

⸻ A low chuckle echoed through the speaker. ⸻ “Oh, but we do.” ⸻ The room suddenly felt smaller. Colder. ⸻ “We are the League of Silence,” the voice continued. “We do not require your approval, your permission, or your morality.” ⸻ I slammed my hand against the desk again. “You acted without presidential authorization!” ⸻ “And yet,” the man replied, “you’re still alive because we allow it.” ⸻ Silence hit me like a punch. ⸻

That day in the hospital, lying there pale and broken, I would've forgiven anything for one kind word or a single embrace. But he'd left me with only silence. In that moment, I'd let go. I met with a lawyer and set everything up. Then, on the same day, Emma reached out. "Sienna, can we move past this?" She'd laid out a feast, looking at me with wide, hopeful eyes. "Are you still mad about your eye? That was ages ago... I was young and stupid. Can't you forgive me?" I wanted to believe her, to finally have family. Maybe, if we made peace, our mother would finally love me.

It vanished into her chest, leaving him gasping with empty hands Elian appeared last, starlight blazing,but the moment it touched her, it dimmed, as if smothered. She turned to them, smiling. “Your powers are noise. Hers is silence. And silence always wins.” They couldn’t move, couldn't speak, and couldn’t help me either. But they saw me. And their eyes were filled with fear. Veyra turned back to me, fingers tightening. “Last chance,” she whispered. “Give it up.” I looked at my friends,broken, bleeding, and helpless. And I made my choice. I duplicated stillness,the type of silence that holds the world together.

POV: Lucian Voss There’s something I’ve always respected more than loud voices or angry words. Silence. Not the kind you get when the power goes out or when a room empties suddenly. I mean real silence—the kind that settles deep into your bones and makes every breath feel louder than it should. The kind of silence that doesn’t beg for attention… it demands it. It walks into a room and takes control without saying a single word. That’s the kind of silence I stood in now.

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

The only turn at the end was a small opening having a dead end. It was perfect to talk without being seen. Once again, they stood in perfect silence. He bit down on his lip with a little frown from his next realization. Why exactly did he want to talk to Theo? He had been so caught up with catching up to him with that he hadn't thought much about why he wanted to spea-- "Oh," his head went up to see Theo already staring at him, his shapeshifting face making him swallow back for the umpteenth time. Lletting out the first thing he could think of. "I'm sorry."