Dead Silence Novels & Stories

The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on the three of us in the oppressive gloom of the dying world. The Astropheles was a dark, bronze tomb behind us. Lyra was gone. The void-predator was gone. The only sound was the wind, which wasn't wind at all, but the whisper of a planet's consciousness dissolving into static. It was the sound of a story ending.

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”

Lilia and Klara had been rushed into the underground infirmary, poison coursing through them like liquid fire. The Silence toxin wasn’t ordinary. It was a demon in liquid form. One strain killed instantly—organs convulsing, flesh changing color while the body screamed. The other was worse—slow death, slow agony, the body alive while the brain felt itself tearing apart. Both were merciless. Both unstoppable. Doctors worked tirelessly, sweat dripping, hands shaking. Yet nothing worked. Then it happened. A nurse stepped out for supplies, only to return and freeze. A package sat where there had been nothing. No footsteps, no door opening—just sudden presence. Her heart hammered as she saw the bo

The dead did not breathe was an odd thing for elora to think. That was the first thing Elora noticed as they began to close in. No rise or fall of chests. No puff of white in the frigid night air. Just silence—an oppressive, smothering kind of silence—broken only by the faint drag of limbs over the forest floor.

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.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

The silence that followed Serena’s "No" was not merely a lack of sound; it was a physical weight, a crushing atmosphere that seemed to suck the oxygen from the vast, industrial hall. It was the sound of an empire cracking, the sound of a death warrant being signed in the space of a single breath.

“Perhaps you had better discuss this with Dash.” Tess didn’t answer. She just held the phone to her ear and stared at the far wall of the room she shared with Dash. Was this what death felt like? Your whole body going numb and your emotions imploding until there was nothing left? Another voice intruded on her blanked out mental state. “Tess? Is that you, honey?” And she realized she wasn’t numb. “Don’t call me that you bastard!” She’d gone from whispering to screaming so loud she strained her throat. “You lied to me.” A sob snaked out and she covered the mouthpiece so he wouldn’t hear it.

Wife… Malcolm sighed, it seemed he was getting too used to the term—and he seemed to love it. Just then, his phone rang and at the sight of the caller’s ID, he quickly signaled the whipping to stop. He ordered that Yolanda be gagged to avoid making a noise, soon, the noise-filled tunnel was as silent as a graveyard. Only then did Malcolm answer the phone, making a low growl to indicate to who it was that he was listening. He didn’t say a word but minutes later, his face turned grave and like lightning, he was gone.