Deadly Silence Book Novels & Stories

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

Dead. "Together," Silas’s voice echoed in her mind, but it was distorted, layered with the high-frequency hum of the Creator. "In the Silence, we are finally... one." But Lyra Thorne had spent three years learning how to live in the dark. She knew that the Silence was not a sanctuary; it was a harvest. She reached up, her fingers closing over Silas’s wrist, her own violet blood slick against his marble-white skin. She didn't try to pull the blade out. She pushed herself further onto it.

POV DARLENE The Original Silence was not a place of peace; it was a place of sensory starvation. It was the white room between thoughts, the vacuum that existed before the First Howl had ever vibrated through the Empty Lands. As I stepped through the Thirteenth Gate, the weight of the Eleventh Cycle, the fire of the Sun-Walker, and the frost of the North felt like heavy, discarded clothing. "Eryx? Leo?" I called out, but my voice didn't travel. The air here was so thin it couldn't carry sound.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains explicit, highly detailed dark romance themes, prolonged physical intimacy, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Aria The silence that settled over the bunker after the storm was heavy, thick with the scent of spent adrenaline, rain, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of our shared passion.

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

Only another message. “Keep going.” The street started getting fewer. Less people. Less noise. Her chest tightened. This was not a safe area. She knew that. But she did not stop. “Stop.” She froze. Right there. Her breath was shaky. Her eyes were moving slowly around. Nothing. No one. Just dim lights. Silence. Then—A sound. Soft. Behind her. Her heart jumped. She turned—Her phone buzzed. “Do not turn around unless I tell you to.” Too late. She had already turned. And still…Nothing. Her breathing got faster.

Eleven: Silence Cecilia POV I woke to the kind of silence that feels too heavy, like the house itself was holding its breath. Sunlight slanted through the curtains in my room, painting stripes across the duvet, but there was no clatter from the kitchen, no sizzle of bacon or the rich aroma of coffee brewing. It was more than just quiet; it was a stillness that settled in my chest, cold and strange.