Dead Silence Novels & Stories

But the silence prevailed in the surroundings all of a sudden, so sharp that it sliced my breath in half. My entire body shook as the sound of bodies hitting the ground came from outside, the unmistakable, sickening weight of men collapsing. I recognized it in a heartbeat. The rhythm of death! I had heard it all my life from the other side of walls and doors! My pulse skittered as only wolves’ growls now echoed in the forest, washing a wave of despair over me. The lycans weren’t roaring anymore, and it was a sign that death wasn’t far away from me.

I paused for a moment thinking about that place. “When you are dead, the kind of darkness that swallows you is the kind that leaves you with no hope at all. It leaves you broken and desperate. For some noise, something to tell you that you are not alone, that there is something else there besides you, but the silence is defining to a point that you can hear the pin drop.”

And even if one did, it wouldn’t have cost the life of another. The dorm slowly quieted as the hours dragged on, though silence in this place never truly felt silent. Since it was still filled with the soft rustling of blankets, uneven breathing, distant sniffles from people trying not to cry too loudly, and the occasional metallic groan from somewhere deep within the walls as if the building itself were alive and shifting in its sleep. Nobody spoke much after returning from the game. Even the louder contestants had lost whatever energy usually kept their mouths running, and the atmosphere hanging over the hall felt more chilly than before, filled with the realization that partnerships meant

"Sector 4-B is confirmed 'Dead Air'. Moving to next coordinates." Silas Blackwood stood in the center of the now-invisible house, his hand resting on Lyra’s shoulder. He felt the "Presence" of the helicopters passing by, but it felt like a ghost story told in a different language. He was "Unindexed." He was "Unread." He was, for the first time in thirty-eight years, just a man breathing in the dark.

Half the squad evaporated into locker rooms. The gym went cavernous. Cold. The emptiness of a space that had held sound and movement and suddenly found itself hosting something else. Silence, but not peace. The silence of power dynamics shifting, of vacuum forming, of physics finally acknowledging what had been true since I'd risen from that burial plot. "I'm not staying with a corpse." A girl named Petra spat the words, her pretty face twisted into something uglier than Silvie's worst manifestation. "My mother said the silver means she's already dead. Just walking around waiting to finish decaying."

Then reaches for the wrapper, licks a smear of chocolate from the inside, and looks away like she hasn’t seen him do it before. She says nothing. That is becoming a skill. Outside, the city has changed voices. The first day was sirens and screaming. The second was breaking glass, car alarms, distant gunshots. Now there is a quieter sound underneath everything. Shuffling. Waiting. The dead aren’t fast. That’s the one mercy. They gather where noise happens and stay there, patient as unpaid debt.

The blast from the Elder’s void-energy sent a shockwave through the Dead Lands, turning the ash into a blinding whirlwind. Silas lay motionless against the jagged rocks, his black-glass blade nothing but glittering shards in the dirt. I stood alone, the white light of the Priestess lineage flickering around my fingers like dying embers.

She internally chastised herself, she had definitely signed his death certificate now. She withdrew from the kiss and he smiled at her sweetly. “Yep, definitely worth it.” Thea gasped, he should’ve been throwing his self at her, he should be dead or begging for death. How the hell was he alive? Thea opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it. What would she even say? “Hey, I’m an immortal being, I just tried to drink your soul as you gave me an earth shattering orgasm, you should really be dead right now?”

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

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. ***