Dead Silence Novels & Stories

(No kashan please have mercy kashan at least fear Allah why are you calling upon his wrath) Soon the only sound that could be heared was Dua's sobbs and the cracking of fire. The fajr Azaan could be heard as it eches through out the still atmosphere. Dua lifted her head up and looked at the sky that was turning light as the first rays of dawn broke through the night. She looked a head where the fire was only to find the grave closed and covered up. She then realized that she was lying on the wet ground not tied to the tree. All she wanted was to forget that it even happened or it was just a nightmare but her attire and the bump on the ground said otherwise. She knew she has lost all her stre

3rd Person. It was silent. The physical distance between Gabbie and Kiel is not even a meter apart but the internal barrier felt like a kilometer long. No one is breaking the silence or even planning to at any moment. They both want to savor the relationship that is at the risk to change with the news that Gabbie is very willing to hide forever but about to spill.

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!"

For being an ass, obviously. On his way back from his run, he caught a strong whiff of that same scent. And instead of making his wolf jump in happiness, it made him angry. He growled as he neared the area, running towards where the scent of blood was most intense. And there, where there must have been a thick bed of fallen dry leaves like everywhere else, lay a hole in the ground, knee deep. By the light coming from up above, Skylar saw the glistening edge of something inside the hole.

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

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.

He's building a server. Silas threw an image onto the main screen. It was a frequency analysis of the Gray Zone. Usually, static looks like random noise a messy scribble of lines. This static was patterned. It looked like a barcode. Repeating. Infinite. "The Silence isn't empty," Silas whispered. "It's full of data. Petabytes of it. Streaming directly into the minds of the people trapped in the Dead Zone." "What kind of data?" I asked. "Noise," Silas said. "Short, looping bursts of sensory input. Colors. Sounds. Dopamine

“I already am.” The whisper left her lips like the ghost of a promise that would never stop bleeding. And then everything inside her shattered. Her legs gave out. She didn’t fight it. She sank slowly to the floor, the cold seeping into her skin as her fingers trembled against the wood. The silence swallowed her. Not the soft kind..the violent kind. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that came after a funeral, after a gunshot, after a door slams and doesn’t open again.

System whisper, logged without source: :: SHE IS NOT TEMPORARY. SHE IS THE KIND OF QUIET THAT WE BUILT OUR BALANCE AROUND WITHOUT EVER REALIZING THAT WAS HER NAME. Sector 0: Deep Control Vault – Command 01A Unassigned. Inactive. Unlit. She enters. Nothing greets her. No motion sensors. No welcoming hum. Just dead air and matte steel. She speaks nothing. Moves only forward. And then, she breathes. Slow. 6.3 seconds.

Mom pulled out my death certificate, which she carried around with her at all times. Tears slid silently down her cheeks once more. The Silverlune Guards took the death certificate and exchanged looks, unable to say a word. I had been dead for six days. Not only had Dad been unaware of this, but he had even helped an outsider to wrongly accuse his own pup. It was so ridiculous that even the guards, who had seen all kinds of things in the past, were rendered speechless.