Dead Silence Novels & Stories

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

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 don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

We couldn’t afford to ignore it. We left the base in the early morning, the sky still a pale blue. The streets were eerily silent, the kind of silence that you only get when everything around you is on the brink of destruction. Our vehicle rumbled along the cracked, deserted roads, passing abandoned buildings, wrecked cars, and the occasional flicker of movement that sent a chill down my spine. The city that was once full of life now lay in ruins, the air heavy with the smell of decay. Every corner seemed to whisper of death.

she said hoping she was signing sensible sense to the lady. “I think you sure are missing the point, I am broken, I have been used, I don’t think properly without my brain having fear, and to make all the matters worst who would like to have a mate who is deaf? I am deaf Jacqueline, he just might get tired with the fact that I am deaf and might just hit me one day when I don’t respond the way I am supposed to respond”

Just that number. Just— Dead. Fucking. Silence.

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.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

A silence that felt like a held breath, thick with anticipation and dread. He replayed the kiss on a loop. The shocking heat of it. The desperate hunger in Silas’s touch. The way the world had dissolved, leaving only the solid anchor of Silas’s body and the consuming fire between them. Then the chilling snap back to reality – Silas’s horrified realization, the frantic assessment of cameras and audio, the stark terror in his eyes. *“Probability of detection… low. But not zero.”* The words echoed, a grim mantra.

“Then what happened?” “It rejects absence.” Elena frowned. “I don't understand.” Architect Zero stirred inside Adrian. His eyes became white. “I do.” Elena rushed toward him. “Zero?” He looked weak. “The Silence doesn't kill.” Subject One stared at him. “We just lost six million Genesis subjects.” “No.” Zero looked at the black figure. “It removes.” “What's the difference?” “Death leaves history. Memory. Consequences.” His voice dropped. “The Silence removes the fact that something occupies existence.”