Silent Bond の小説・ストーリー

The cold wasn’t just from the stones, but it was also from the bond. It sat in my chest like an ice, radiating a chill that made my fingers numb and my thoughts slow down. The initial, searing pain had subsided, leaving behind a deep, sick ache. But worse than the physical pain, there was total silence from the bond. The bond wasn’t just quiet; it was ashamed, it pulsed with a thick remorse that felt nothing like my Silas, but felt like a stranger.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Finally, she remembered that when she was younger, she was able to talk and just be quiet. It was the fact that she had been shunned at the rogue pack not to talk that she had been quiet all these while. Bingo! Maybe if she said a word, they could understand what she was saying, and maybe she could tell them she needed hearing aids and she couldn’t hear what they were saying to her. She opened her mouth, and all that came out was, “I-I-I” Well, that was a start she was certain that if she tried even harder, she was going to get it.

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.

Offered quiet advice. Watched her like she understood things no one else did. And maybe she had. Just not in the way Sienna thought. ⸻ A floorboard creaked under Sienna’s foot. Too quiet to most people. Not quiet enough. ⸻ The conversation inside stopped instantly. ⸻ Sienna’s heart dropped. ⸻ For a second, no one moved. No sound. No voices. No shifting. Just silence. Thick and suffocating. ⸻

“You don’t get it. I felt her cry out for me… and then nothing. Like someone cut the cord.” The Beta hesitated, his face drawn and grim. “There’s only one reason a mate bond goes silent like that…” Both Ash and I turned toward him sharply. “What are you talking about?” “If the bond goes silent,” he said slowly, “it usually means one thing—” “Don’t,” Ash snarled. The Beta swallowed. “—It means the mate is either dead… or close to it.” For a second, everything froze. Then both Ash and I growled, the sound ripping from deep in our chests, feral and deadly. The Beta took a step back.

“You didn’t mean that. You forgot to put a condom on, that’s why you are guilty.” He was silent and silence only meant that what she said was true.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.