Novel & Cerita Deadly Silence Book

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

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.

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

"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!"

Promise touched the words lightly, then folded the paper into her notebook. Her body ached from yesterday’s humiliation, but her mind ached more. Adaeze’s silence had been heavier than any insult. Not a dismissal. Not even contempt. Just… nothing. A door shut without explanation. Promise had learned long ago that silence could wound worse than words. It was Mama’s weapon, the village’s verdict, the city’s answer. Still, silence could also be space. A pause to decide what came next. She rose, rinsed her face in a bowl of water chilled by the night, and tied a scarf over her hair. Hunger gnawed, but she ignored it. Instead, she opened her notebook and wrote: Every silence holds an echo. Find i

The woman I had been, the one sent here to end him, to cleanse the world of his darkness, she died the moment I lowered the gun. My fingers were trembling, slick with sweat, the barrel still pointed at Viktor. But my resolve crumbled, piece by piece, until it was dust in the wind. The silence in the room was deafening. Viktor stood perfectly still, watching me with those impossibly dark eyes, unblinking, unwavering. He didn’t flinch, didn’t plead. He just waited, like he already knew the decision I was too afraid to admit I had made. Pull the trigger.

Chapter 18: Collateral Damage POV: Jamie The silence at Black + Lane was louder than shouting. It wasn’t the productive hush of a team deep in flow, or the respectful quiet of professionals respecting boundaries. This was something heavier—thick, deliberate, the kind of silence that wrapped around you like smoke from a fire you hadn’t started but everyone assumed you’d lit. It clung. It followed.

“Your silence might be louder now, more dramatic maybe, all those heavy glances and pregnant pauses, but in the end, it’s still just noise to me. Hollow. Like an empty church bell trying to call ghosts to mass.” His words hung in the air like smoke—dark, curling, poisonous. He thought his cruelty gave him power. He didn’t realize it only revealed his fear. I snapped the book closed with a crack loud enough to silence even his smug breath. The sound echoed between us like a declaration. I stood slowly, every inch of me a deliberate act of defiance, and walked toward him—unhurried, unblinking, unbent—until only a breath separated us. The air between us crackled with something ancient, somethin

I stood still in the center of the abandoned village, its silence louder than any scream. "Is anyone here?!" I cried out, my voice sharp and panicked, echoing across the empty space. Nothing. Time had stopped. The rain had ceased, frozen mid-fall, and darkness crept in from all directions, heavy and unnatural. Then—footsteps. Soft, cautious, like someone trying not to wake a sleeping thought. "Devin?"

Dominic’s POV I never knew this was how freedom smelt like. Victor had always been a part of my life, without me even knowing. I finally knew what I was finally free. There are certain kinds of silence that speak louder than words. The kind that comes after battle. After you’ve seen the ugliest parts of yourself reflected in someone else’s eyes and still, they stay. That was the kind of silence in the room when Marco stepped through the threshold and met the twins for the first time.