Dead Silence Novels & Stories

He collapsed on top of me, his body a heavy, warm weight, still buried deep inside her. The silence that followed was not peace. It was a void. A ringing, white-hot, and holy emptiness where two souls had just been annihilated and remade. In the darkness, there was only the sound of their shattered breathing, and the slow, wet, and final pulse of him, still deep inside her. Fuck! There was no going back now

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

If she had to die, so be it, but she would not die being humiliated. With every ounce of strength left in her, she snatched a piece of metal from the floor and plunged it into her stomach. Everyone froze. Thick, dark blood poured out, dripping fast onto the floorboards. The blond man's face turned white. "Holy shit! She's bleeding out!" Charlotte did not expect this either. She did not imagine Nissa would be this fierce. And at that moment, outside the house, an engine roared in the distance, rapidly approaching. Charlotte rushed to the window, and her face instantly turned pale when she saw who it was.

Difference unaccounted for in any ledger examined to date. I read it over her shoulder. I do not speak. I let the silence do what silence does in this house, which is fill the space between two people until one of them decides they cannot bear it. Serafina does not break. She keeps writing. Her pen moves across the page in even strokes, and the only sound in the room is the scratch of the nib and the distant hum of the old wiring in the walls.

Natasha continued, “is what we need in this company, and that’s clearly what Angela lacks. So I beckon you all to think deeply before casting your votes.” The murmuring and silent whispers continued. Their not-so-loud voices banged in my head, almost causing a headache. I stood from my seat, walked towards Natasha, and stood right behind a seat that should be rightfully mine. “It is said that nobody is talking when everyone is talking.” The murmuring continued. “Silence!”

Jake said. "The trees are black and twisted, the rivers run red with blood, and the air is thick with the stench of death. It is said that this place is where the dead walk and the living tremble. It is a place of nightmares and despair and only a foolish or extremely daring person would venture through it." Alpha Killian looked over his shoulder at his son, who had a perceivable glint in his eyes. Hence, he clutched him by the back of his neck and boomed, "Don't you dare think of going there, Jake Ragnar!"

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I can't breathe and I feel like dying as water started to fill my lungs and throat. I'm starting to lost consciousness again. I wanted to fight more but I ran out of energy. My body betrayed me. I'm exhausted and lack of air. Maybe this is my last day in this world. I had so many plans, lots of things to finish and work to be done, but I guess it would only be just a dream for now. I'm getting weaker and weaker, my body is slowly giving up, even my heart, I can feel that it slowly stopped pumping. I was about to close my eyes when I heard a loud noise coming from the door but even before I could see what's going on my self totally gave up. I can say that I lose in this scene. ***

"Good evening. Is Ms. Grace here? This letter is from the city hall—please sign for it." Philip froze. "City hall? Why would they be contacting Grace?" He took the envelope and opened it. A second later, he was stunned by what he read. Inside was a stamped and approved Mate Bond Termination Agreement. "Grace wants to sever our bond? That's impossible, I can still feel it. I—" he whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for the mate bond inside him. There was nothing. It was gone. Somewhere, somehow—Grace had already cut the bond.