A Silence Haunts Me Novels & Stories

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

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 silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

He whispered and walked quickly down the long hall to the stairs. Alissa watched him go until he was gone and then went lost in thought to her room. Hannah was lying on her bed talking on the phone. She ignored Alissa. "Can we talk?" She whispered and sat down on her bed. Hannah ignored her again and spoke to the person on the other end of the line. "We grew up in the same city." Hannah looked at her now. Surprise was reflected on her face. "You I have to break up. See you soon. ”She hung up and sat up. "I am listening."

And in that moment, he woke from his dream. The room was empty, not a trace of me left behind. He clutched our photo to his chest, his voice a quiet murmur as tears fell onto the glass. "Sienna, I'm coming to join you." He swallowed the pills, a dazed smile creeping across his face. Outside, twilight wrapped around the world as the blood-red glow of the setting sun sank into the depths of night.

I was alone. The Silence wasn't a peaceful thing. It was a vacuum. It was a hungry, howling cold that began to eat at my childhood. I forgot the name of the woman who sold bread in the Outskirts. I forgot the color of the sky on the day I was rejected. I forgot the warmth of the sun-stone salve. “Endure,” I whispered, the word Nyx had given me. “Endure as the storm.” The Second Descent: The Silent Breath

Her voice suddenly grew hazy in his ears, his eyes unable to stray from Dylan's gaze in his direction. His legs couldn't take a step forward or move an inch as he stared back with mind going blank before he could get a full grasp of the situation. The voices screaming something he couldn't make out slowly got blocked out as he got swallowed by the darkness inside him. Not a sound, not a sight, just the emptiness swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but the repeated image of Dylan's core fizzling out for the next few minutes. "...le." "Kyle!" The echo infiltrated his head.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!