The Silent Waters Novels & Stories

I told her. She hesitated and stared at me for a moment, like I didn't know what I was saying. "That sounds a little bit crazy. How can I trust water? What if I drown?" She asked as she stared at me with her wide brown eyes. "You won't drown, Shea. If you can't trust the water, then trust me. I'm not gonna let you drown, okay?" "Okay." She said, her voice faltering. She closed her eyes and slowly laid back, my hands were still on her waist, guiding her.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

It was a bridge between the silence of the past and the roar of the present. ​"Now," Tobi whispered, looking up at the stars that were finally piercing through the dust. "The world is awake. And I think... I think it can finally hear me."

The darkness inside Tristan’s mind was no longer silent. It dripped. *Drip. Drip.* It was the sound of a leaky faucet in a pitch-black, empty mansion. Each drop was a microscopic leakage of the Void, slipping past the heavy iron vault door he had constructed in his psyche. He stood before that mental door in the landscape of his subconscious. The thick, Aether-steel hinges were warped, bent outward by the sheer, catastrophic force of the energy he had channeled to lift the *Mammoth* over the Widow’s Cleft.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

The water glows faintly from within, silver-blue and still as glass. “The Still Waters Trial,” the Herald intones. “Each of you must cross the lake and reach the far shore. Simple enough.” Its grin is a thin slash of light. “But the water listens. It remembers. What it hears, it will use against you.” The words crawl across my skin. The water listens. My throat tightens as I think about what Silen and I said on its shores just the day before. “Those who reach the shore will advance,” it continues. “Those who do not… will belong to the depths.”

The current finding its course. The water finding its level. And Sera— at the center of it, not leading, not directing, not compressing just present. Just working. Just herself in a room worth saving, with people worth finding, doing work that would outlast every silence that had ever tried to bury it. Still Waters. Rising still. Rising always. For as long as there were people running deep who needed to know they were not alone. THE SILENT LUNA Volume Two begins.

I ran to him and sat right next to him, then let out a small satisfied moan as I felt my muscles relaxing. We stayed silent as we watched the dark water playing in the pond, the wind carrying the waves with it. This place was so mesmerizing, the unusual color of the water plus the greenery created that blissful, calming atmosphere that resembled the place we all go to after we die- pure silence, and bliss! Well, that's if the afterlife was silent and blissful. “They call it Black Waters.” He said after a moment, breaking the silence. “Because of the color?” I asked without peeling my eyes off the water.