A Quiet Place Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Just appreciating art.” She rolled her eyes, but the blush gave her away. I don’t know how we got here — from rivals to this strange, unshakable rhythm between us. But I know one thing: I don’t ever want it to end. She’s my calm now. And for someone like me, that’s everything. ⸻ This scene closes out the “quiet healing” chapter — grounding both characters before the storm returns.

His fingers curl lightly into my side. The cell is warm. He’s warm. The world is quiet for once. Quincy murmurs, half-asleep, “The daisy suits you.” “Nah,” I whisper back, rubbing circles into his back. “I suit the daisy.” He breathes out slowly. I breathe with him. And for a moment—just a moment—everything feels like something I ain’t had since I was a kid: Safe.

The park was never, anyway, quiet. Late afternoon, even, it buzzed with its own murmurs of the mothers to the kids, pigeons cooing, sitting on lookout for crumb scraps of bread, and a fountain splashing where coins are spat on the sidewalk. To Leya, though, who sat on the lap of a maple tree, the world's quietest place. Her scarf had been blown from its path by the gust, her hair flowing on her head. She didn't care. Flesh warmed, and no Blackwood telling her to stand, sit, or breathe differently.

In his despair, he picked up a sharp shard of glass from the shattered phone and pressed it against his wrist. Just as the shard was about to pierce his skin, a familiar voice came from the doorway. "Henley?" Joanna stood leaning against the doorframe, her expression calm and detached. The moment Henley saw her, he let go of the shard and threw himself at her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Inhaling her familiar scent, he felt as though his feet had touched solid ground for the first time in hours. He didn't question where she had gone or why she hadn't answered his calls.

Quin could hear the wet sounds of their tongues dueling, the soft murmurs of affection that followed the intensity. "You taste so good," Mara murmured. "Come here," Jade replied, pulling her into a hug. They settled into the quiet aftermath, their breathing slowly syncing. Quin lay paralyzed, staring into the darkness. The silence that followed was louder than the noise had been. Every creak of the building, every distant car horn, seemed amplified. She tried to force her mind to blank out, to think of textbooks, schedules, the awkward orientation meeting she had sat through earlier that day, but the images burned into her retinas refused to fade. The glistening sweat, the spread legs, the f

“Erm . . . probably. Usually these beings can’t . . . I guess you’d say manifest here in our world. But they can sometimes enter it through Quiet Places like the forest, and we can even leave this world if we want to, and if we know how.” “So these Quiet Places, they’re like a portal or something?” “More like a place where a portal can be opened. It’s because they’re very old. They haven’t changed in eons, and they’re the parts of our world that came into existence first, the bits that everything else grew from.” “Is that strictly scientific?” “I don’t think so. Matthew was more of a mystic than a scientist.” “And he put all this in his paper, that’s where you read it, right?”

We sat there in silence and none of us said a word until Quan spoke up, "This place is beautiful and peaceful".he said those words lost in thought. he took in a deep breath and I noticed he was lost in thought and I wondered what he was thinking about and so eager to know what's going on in his head.I was thinking of saying something to him when his phone started ringing. he went for his phone, brought it out from his pocket and stared at the caller before he kept back the phone on the floor. he dragged his knees to his chest and kept his head on his knees and closed his eyes.

“Look at this. It’s changing.” He knelt beside her. The charred markings pulsed briefly, then went still, fading into damp earth. For the first time in hours — or days, time meant nothing inside that light — the world felt still. Too still. “Do you feel that?” she whispered. “What?” “The quiet.” He listened. No wind. No birds. Even the river ran silently, as though afraid to draw attention. “Yeah. I feel it.” Serenya rose slowly, brushing dirt from her palms. “This place doesn’t like peace. Every time it goes quiet, something follows.”

I pull her close. "I want to." --- The snow falls. The world is quiet. And for the first time in both our lives, neither of us is planning an exit. We're just here. Together. Finally, End of Chapter 142

". Kael no matter what you decide know this: the Quiet Ones do not hate Kael. The Quiet Ones do not fear Kael. The Quiet Ones just want what everyone wants. The Quiet Ones want a reason for being. The Quiet Ones want to stop suffering that has gone on for long. Whether that happens because Kael heals or because the Quiet Ones complete their work. Either way everyone will finally have peace." The Unspoken Place started to disappear around Kael. Kael stood there feeling the weight of the choice. Kael had three days to decide if life should keep going or end. Kael had three days to decide if love was worth the pain it caused. Kael had three days to either save everything or destroy it. No press