Dead Silence Novels & Stories

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

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 start to laugh and I answer “Ever since I have memories, Dark has been with me…” “It's like your brother...” I laugh softly and I answer “If you want to call it something…” we laughed and stayed silent. When we arrive at the mansion there is a tense calm and that meant only one thing, someone has died.

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.

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.

The walk back was as quiet as ever, which wasn’t surprising. Everyone seemed drained, and honestly, I was no exception. Some trailed behind like ghosts, steps dragging, eyes hollow, and breaths too shallow to count as living. The only sound was the faint echo of boots against the metal floor. Every so often, someone would cough, or sniffle, or let out a shaky exhale, and all the heads would turn instantly toward the sound. As if even breathing too loud might wake something best left asleep.

She couldn't bring herself to explain all she saw. "It alrt, let go!" He cut her off and took her away. ★★★★★ 10PM~DARK VIPERS CLAN* The clan was dead silent since there are no activities going on, the maids had gone to their slumber while the mobsters stayed awake for any external attack including Venom and Lila. The clan had been too boring as they kept colliding on each other. Minutes later, Lila ran into Venom and she exhaled. "Are you now Stalking wherever I go!" She asked.

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 eye beyond the crack opened. And the universe forgot how to breathe. Silence spread across existence. Not ordinary silence. Not the silence of empty space. This was deeper. Older. The kind of silence that existed before sound was ever invented. The kind of silence that waited before creation. The kind of silence that terrified even the Void. Nova felt it immediately. Every soul present felt it. The Witnesses became motionless. The Dreamers froze. The Forgotten lowered their heads. Even the endless dead universes surrounding the Graveyard Beyond Creation fell quiet.

Echoes of Resurrection The silence in Black Hollow felt heavier than usual. John stood at the edge of the ruined altar, his shirt torn, blood soaking through the fabric. Sarah’s grip on his hand tightened as the moon flickered behind heavy clouds, casting ghostlike shadows across the valley. They had made it through another night but something had changed. The air was colder. Behind them, the priestess’s final words still echoed: “He was never dead. Only sealed.” John turned to face her tomb, where her spirit had faded moments ago, leaving nothing but ash and a faint pulse in the ground.