Dead Silence Novels & Stories

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.

"Are, I think... I don't deserve to sit on the throne of the light if right now... I am witnessing my mother's people taken away, slaved, and killed. Their screams, cries, their pain... always play in my head. But I know, this was still the start, bless me Your Majesty and I will take what's yours. And I fall, don't bring me back." The air was filled with silence, which may be unsettling. It's frightening to see a phantom slice of emptiness. Perhaps the quiet that follows a storm, surrounded by a visual show of devastation. You may compare that to someone's beating heart being plucked from their chest. One second your heart is racing, the next it is silent and still. Dead quiet has a resolut

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Dead Silence instantly controls the room. Chill blood freezing breeze joins. Our eyes perform more function than ever. We trio exchange continous stare's. I feel a dramatic music dingling up my skull.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

The mechanical zip-zip-zip of the plastic teeth catching was the only sound in the room, a sharp, clinical punctuation to the end of their curated lives. "Sophie, Sienna, Stacy," Silas said, his voice dropping into the deep, final silence of the canyon. "The signal is dead. The show is canceled. Now, we find out what’s left of you when there’s no one left to watch." He moved forward, and the shadows of the library swallowed the last of the plastic dynasty, leaving only the sound of the wind through the broken glass to tell the story.

I heard screaming for so long, keeping me awake for a while before I gave up. I tried to drown out the sound. A sigh leaves my lips as I get out of bed and open my door, going down the hall to Death's room and opening the door before sliding in and closing it quietly. I quietly crawled into the bed beside him and surprisingly. Death, the God of the Underworld, cuddled with me. Yup, you heard me right, he is cuddling with me. A small smile grazes my lips as I close my eyes letting him pull me into him and soon fall asleep.