Dead Silence Novelas e Histórias

The world fell silent, like sound itself had died. “Emilia,” I whispered, my voice barely existing. “Emilia?” No response. My vision blurred. “Emilia, don’t…” My throat closed up. “Don’t fucking play with me.” Still nothing. No breath. No heartbeat. Just stillness. Just silence. “Emilia…” I whispered again, but my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. It sounded hollow. Broken. Dead. Behind me, Soraya exhaled softly. “Finally,” she murmured. “My job is done.”

"The purge of Vane Industries officially starts with the heart." Julian’s finger clicked the button. For a heartbeat, every light in the building went black—leaving us in total darkness with four killers who don't need eyes to hunt. The darkness was absolute, but the silence was worse. In the void, I could hear Silas’s breathing—jagged, pained, and dangerously fast. Maya was a dead weight in his arms, her scent of innocence being slowly strangled by the metallic stench of the room. "Silas, stay behind me," I hissed, my internal radar scanning the dark.

No one knew when it could reopen. Benjamin approached, wanting to offer some words of comfort, but nothing came. He, who could speak circles around anyone in business, now stood helpless and mute in front of her. Before he could speak, Nissa lifted her phone. Her eyes were dull, expression gray. On the screen was a single sentence. "Did you do this?" Benjamin froze. She suspected him? He could not believe it. A wave of cold ran through his chest, his heart gripped by grief, anger, and emptiness.

The pressure it carried weakened. The cold thinned. The emptiness cracked. It stepped forward again— And collapsed. Not violently. Not explosively. It simply… fell apart. Like a shadow losing its source of light. The others followed. One by one. Breaking. Dissolving. Fading into nothing. Silence fell over the Hollow. Real silence this time. No pressure. No presence. No watching. Gone. --- No one moved. No one spoke. Because we all felt it. Not relief.

And in that silence… Something in me went still completely. My hand moved. Quick. Precise. Final. There was no struggle. No drawn-out moment. Just a single, decisive action that ended it. The sound of his body hitting the ground followed a second later, lifeless and unmoving as it lay at my feet. No one spoke. No one moved. The weight of it settled instantly, thick and suffocating. Elder Damian… Was dead. A sharp movement broke through the stillness.

Silent. Staring at her with those dead eyes. More seconds passed. The air in the room felt wrong. Too thick. Too cold. Carmina took a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Her back hit the door. "Killian," she whispered. Nothing. The silence was worse than shouting. Worse than violence. It was the silence before something terrible happens. Carmina's heart was hammering in her chest. Her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold her cane. "Say something," she said.

​The silence in the sub-vault was a lie. Beneath the flickering red emergency lights, the air hummed with the dying frequency of the "Null" energy Sierra had unleashed. Elena leaned heavily against the obsidian pillar, the cold stone the only thing keeping her upright. Her knuckles were split, and her breath came in ragged hitches that tasted like copper and smoke.

The legacy was a white, sterile desert where the only thing that grew was the heat. Avery Vane-Thorne stood in the center of the dry lake bed, her bare feet pressing into the stinging, alkaline crust. The silence here was different from the "Silence-Sickness" of the Nevada Void. This was the silence of a grave—a place where the earth had been so thoroughly stripped of its biological potential that even the wind seemed to pass over it without making a sound.

All of it leading to one thing. The Hollow Court wasn’t trying to invade the north. They were trying to wake something beneath it. Something old. Something that had been sleeping since before the first Council. Elena closed the journal slowly. “They call it the Silence,” she said. Kael frowned. “The Silence?” “A being that feeds on quiet,” Elena said. “On absence. On everything we’ve been trying to protect.” Mara swore under her breath. “And the Court wants to wake it?” “Yes,” Elena said. “And if they do, the north won’t be quiet anymore. It’ll be empty.”

She’s just waiting. I didn’t answer her question but looking away from her gave her the hint that I am truly wondering. I heard her chuckle. The sound of her voice echoed through my head. I couldn’t believe it. Her chuckles produced vibrations that crawled into my skin. “Might be surprising to see someone as ready as me when it comes to death…” she trailed off. I craned my neck to see her. She wasn’t breaking her eyes off the sky. “I have no regrets,” she breathed.