Silent Bond の小説・ストーリー

"The Silent are not a disease. They are a memory. They are the 'Base-Line' of what we were. If you isolate them, you kill the diversity of the species." "Diversity is not found in the Dark, Avery," Kael’s response arrived, carried by the vibration of the obsidian-bark around her. "The Vaults are reservoirs of the 'Old Static.' You hold onto the 'I' as if it is a treasure, but in the 'I,' there is only the capacity for the Ledger. We see the shadows of the Thorne-era growing in the Silence. We see the 'Hoarding-Drive' beginning to flicker in their neurotransmitters."

"It’s called silence. People used to pay a lot of credits for it back in the Old Era." "It feels like being hollowed out," Sofia whispered, pushing herself up. Her muscles groaned, a slow, dull ache that felt entirely too real. "I keep waiting for the pulse. That rhythmic thud that tells me the grid is active. Now, all I hear is my own heart. It’s slow. It’s... pathetic."

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

⸻ The sterile white walls of the clinic felt colder than the autumn wind outside. Serena sat on the hard plastic chair, the silence in the room pressing down on her like a heavy fog. The small paper cup of water trembled in her hands, forgotten as her thoughts raced faster than her heartbeat. Triplets. The word echoed in her mind, surreal and overwhelming. Three lives growing inside her — each a fragile spark of hope and fear tangled together. Serena’s breath hitched, her gaze dropping to the smooth curve of her abdomen that was still hidden beneath her loose blouse.

“I don’t sneak. People just don’t notice until it’s too late.” She set the book aside, her pulse still racing. “That sounds more like a threat than an apology.” Gabriel stepped into the room, the floor creaking under his weight. He moved like a predator, controlled, deliberate, but there was no malice in his eyes only something unreadable, something that tangled her insides. “Lorca wrote of silence, too,” Gabriel said, nodding toward the book. “He believed it was as sharp as any blade.” Lucy swallowed. “I think I understand that better than I ever wanted to.”

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.