Billy Doll Dead Silence Novels & Stories

Billy found them exotic and exciting. Deputy Goldman was dancing with a dark-haired girl. She looked Latina. Goldman looked over his shoulder and smiled at Billy. He smiled back. Goldman turned his dance partner slightly. Billy got a look at her face. His body immediately stiffened. He couldn’t move his feet. Billy turned his head and blinked several times. I must be drunker than I thought.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

Her face was perfectly framed with piercing blue eyes. "Hey. My name is Edelyn." She introduces herself with a soft smile on her face. We greet her and i watch as Ian calms down considerably and stares at her star stuck, while Scar looks a teeny tiny bit jealous. We continue talking for a while. A slow song starts playing and Sam asks me if i would be willing to dance with him. I say yes and all of us make our way to the dance floor. Just as soon as his hands wrap around my waist, the lights go out and we hear a gunshot followed by a scream. My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. *************************************************************

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO MURDERED MESMICK! YOU! YOU MURDERED HIM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!” I noticed his eyes widen. “I…” he stuttered. “Forget about her, she’s as good as dead” I said. Yes, those were the exact words he had said. Guess they were wrong. “Damn,” I heard him mumble as if recalling that night. “Let kill her!” Bill panicked. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I yelled trying to break lose from the rope they had tied me with on the chair. The thought of being with Mesmick’s killer made my skin crawl. A punch on my face made me dizzy, as my eyes met with Rosie’s who had hers wide open.

The servants looked at each other and had no idea about what had happened. Billy, who had been silent for a long time, was boiling with rage now. He threw the glass to the ground. The crystal glass cracked, and the water splashed in all directions. At the same time, he shouted with a bone-chilling rage, "Shut up!" The sudden sound made Natalie scream out in fear. Dr. Zack's fat body trembled slightly and he did not dare to speak again. For a moment, the living room became completely quiet. Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly...

Only another message. “Keep going.” The street started getting fewer. Less people. Less noise. Her chest tightened. This was not a safe area. She knew that. But she did not stop. “Stop.” She froze. Right there. Her breath was shaky. Her eyes were moving slowly around. Nothing. No one. Just dim lights. Silence. Then—A sound. Soft. Behind her. Her heart jumped. She turned—Her phone buzzed. “Do not turn around unless I tell you to.” Too late. She had already turned. And still…Nothing. Her breathing got faster.

Adrian had been taken to one of the secured medical rooms for treatment. And Dante? Dante had walked past all of it like a ghost. When I asked about Dr. Hale, he had simply looked at me, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Then he said nothing at all. No explanation, no reassurance. Just silence. And somehow, that silence made me scared more than his anger ever had. Now the safe house felt infected by it. The tension crawled through the concrete halls like smoke. I sat alone in the underground studio, trying desperately to focus on the Shadow Collection. Bolts of black silk and emerald fabric surrounded me in chaotic piles, sketchbooks spread across the oak table beneath harsh white lighting.

The flame held for a long moment, painting his features in orange and shadow, and then it went out, replaced by the soft red glow of the cigarette tip as he inhaled. The silence that followed was the most complete and terrifying silence Tobin had ever experienced. Emeric did not stand. He did not raise his voice. He did not reach for a weapon or call for security. He simply sat in the dark and smoked and looked at Tobin with those pale grey eyes, and the total absence of reaction was far more unsettling than violence would have been. Tobin did not run, because running would confirm that he was afraid, and Tobin Leith did not give that kind of information away for free. He stood perfectly sti

He returned quickly, face paler than I had ever seen it. “We’re not tracking a single spy,” he informed us in a whisper. “There’s an entire battle camp over that cliff. And I spotted Lord Theo.” “So did I,” Marcus said, voice choked. I spun around to see a tall, blonde vampire holding a knife to Marcus’ throat. “Do not move, or this mutt dies,” the vampire said. “Run, you fools!” Marcus shouted.

Blood, so thick it’s almost black, gushes from her throat and mouth as she jerks helplessly on the marble tiles. Silvan just stands there and watches her, his breath coming in rapid, audible pants. Then he turns slightly and the camera catches his profile. Instead of remorse or pity, his face is carved in icy satisfaction… and relief? He turns away and a second later, the screen goes black, reflecting my own horrified expression. The silence that follows is deafening. I can still hear Dorothy’s screams. God knows I’ll be hearing it for a long, long time. Silvan’s emotionless face is definitely seared in my brain for life.