A Silence Haunts Me Novels & Stories

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Sophia We walk in silence, the sounds of the forest enveloping us. The crunch of leaves beneath our feet, the distant call of an owl, the soft whisper of the wind through the trees—these are the only noises that fill the air between us. Yet, the silence isn’t empty. It’s thick, almost alive, vibrating with all the things left unsaid, all the emotions neither of us is willing to voice.

He tried focusing on hearing the melody, along with that whistle and he secretly played in his brain the melody that everyone feared. Hmmm ... Hmmm. Watch me as I kill you ~ Hmmm ... Hmmm. Watch me as I kill you slowly ~ Hmmm ... Hmmm. I am Czatheign, and I'm at your back ~ He was devastated when he realized that the tone of that whistle matched the melody he feared. He was mentally depressed. I am Czatheign, and I'm at your back. He looked in the front mirror slowly, and his eyes widened in horror when he met the brown eyes of Czatheign.

The only ghost. The only one who remembered. --- A sound. Soft. Behind me. I stilled instantly. Every muscle locking into place. Not fear. Never fear. Awareness. I turned slowly. Carefully. But there was nothing. Just shadows. Trees. Silence. Too much silence. My eyes narrowed slightly. “Show yourself,” I said quietly. No response. But I felt it. That shift. That presence. Not close. Not far. Watching. Waiting. A chill slid down my spine—not from fear.

​I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the red light of the tablet. ​"Welcome to the New Order, Silas," I whispered to the empty room. "I hope you brought more than a recorder. Because in this house, I’m the one who controls the silence." ​The night stretched out before me, long and jagged. I didn't go to bed. I didn't close my eyes. I sat in the dining room, a silent sentinel in a silk suit, watching the grey man’s digital shadow move across my screens.

Chapter 72: Whispers from the Moon Hana wandered through an endless darkness, the heavy silence weighing on her chest like a boulder. The world around her felt both familiar and alien, an abandoned forest with trees that twisted like nightmares. The air was damp, heavy with a fog that clung to her skin, chilling her to the bone. As she moved through the eerie terrain, her feet seemed to carry her without purpose, without direction. And then, she heard it. “Hana…”

“Is anyone here with me?” I asked, my voice steady but my heart racing. The air around me seemed to thicken, the shadows in the corners deepening as if they were listening, waiting. Silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the faint sound of my breathing. I couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in this haunted space, an unwelcome guest probing into the lives of those long gone. But as the minutes stretched into an eternity, I began to hear it—a soft, disembodied whisper, barely more than a breath.

And with the image, a message, clear and cold as the void between galaxies: “The Silence is listening. It hungers for your song.” The Harvester didn’t just catalogue us. It set the table. And we are not the only ones on the menu.

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.

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.