Dead Silence Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Only silence. Fade to black.

I watched my nine year-old daughter grieve a mother who was still breathing, and I drowned in the silence I was forced to keep. My knees buckled. I slid down the stone wall until I sat on the cold floor, the Ghost-Phone pressed to my chest as though I could somehow transmit my heartbeat through the screen. Mia’s quiet weeping filled the dark room like smoke. “Weakness is a luxury we burned at the gates of Blackwood, Valencia.” The voice sliced through the shadows, low, precise, arctic. I didn’t need to look up to know who stood in the doorway. Silas.

He grins and grabs a tie from the drawer. As we drive in stillness, the streets that usually bustling with life and activity, are deserted, as if the world had paused to pay its respects. The silence is punctuated only by the occasional sound of distant footsteps that echoes like hushed whispers in the quietness. It is as if the world itself is holding its breath, offering a moment of reverence for the departed soul.

“I already am.” The whisper left her lips like the ghost of a promise that would never stop bleeding. And then everything inside her shattered. Her legs gave out. She didn’t fight it. She sank slowly to the floor, the cold seeping into her skin as her fingers trembled against the wood. The silence swallowed her. Not the soft kind..the violent kind. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that came after a funeral, after a gunshot, after a door slams and doesn’t open again.

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

​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.

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.

One! Then another! The sound echoed through the space and then faded into silence. Raymond fell still... Dead.