Doctor Who The Silence Will Fall Novels & Stories

I looked at my reflection in the glass, and for a second, I saw the mark on my shoulder glowing. But then, I saw something else. In the reflection of the glass, I wasn't alone in the room. A man in a modern black suit was standing in the corner of my room. He wasn't a shadow; he looked as real as Julian. It was Silas. But he wasn't really there—he was a projection, or a memory, or something worse. "He thinks he can cure the curse with medicine," the reflection of Silas said, his voice cold and mocking. "He thinks his white coat can protect you. But tell me, Elowen... what happens when the Doctor falls asleep, and the Duke wakes up?"

The ambient temperature in the room plummeted, his dominant Alpha aura flooding the space with such a crushing, suffocating weight that the handmaidens practically dropped to their knees. He didn't look at the servants. He didn't even look at Silas. He just spoke, his voice a terrifyingly low, absolute command that vibrated the glass vials on the table. "Get out." The tailors didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled frantically for the door, knocking over a woven basket of silk ribbons in their desperate haste to escape the apex predator in the room. Silas, however, didn't run. The doctor hesitated by the marble pillar, his jaw clenching tight. He took a half-step forward, his hand slipp

I just stood there waiting for whatever they're also waiting for. Before a huge disturbance that could threaten the strength of the thick silence could start between us, the heavy door to the operating room slid open with a muffled hiss, jolting us from our tense reveries. Our heads turned around in unison to the room behind us, our eyes trained on the figure in the crisp white coat striding towards us. The Doctor's expression was inscrutable, giving away one of the news they carried. Every one of us held our breaths as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Alaric is unusually silence at the sight to Briana's wolf, I guess they’re also understandable of the current situation.

Then— Quiet. Absolute, echoing silence. The Moon had fallen silent.

A hood obscured their face almost completely, as they crossed the distance with lethal grace. A blade flashed in the emergency lighting…longer than the throwing knives, curved and wicked. The doctor tried to speak, to plead, to explain. The blade took him across the throat. Clean. Quick. Almost merciful in its efficiency. He fell. And then there was silence. Complete, suffocating silence broken only by my own ragged breathing and the distant sounds of battle somewhere outside these walls. The stranger stood perfectly still, the back facing me. surrounded by death of their own making. Blood dripped from the blade they held, each drop hitting the floor with a sound that seemed impossibly loud.

"Mum, dad let's leave them alone." Mr. Vance and Kate smiled at me as they existed the room and left us alone. Alexis didn't look at me as she continued staring outside. I walked over to her and just stood there in silence rocking back and forth on the heels of my boots. She was dressed in one of those ridiculous hospital gowns with a cloth wrapped around her head so people wouldn't see that she'd lost her hair. "I love you and I need you to know how much before I go into that operating room," she spoke, finally breaking the unbearable silence. "You don't have to say it back to me because I know you still love her."

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?

“Go screw yourself.” Dr. Oxford's jaw clenched. “Fine. I'll go the hard way then,” he muttered and faced his men in the room. “Take her,” he ordered and turned to leave while the men grabbed her immediately. ********* Death Roll A man hesitated before knocking on Silence’s door. After hearing permission to enter, he opened the door. “Boss, you have a visitor,” he announced. Silence’s eyes fluttered open, a frown settling upon his face as he gave the man a questioning look.

Your choice. I stared at my phone, hands shaking. Everything was about to fall apart. And the worst part? I didn't even know if what Vincent and I had was worth fighting for. Or if it was exactly what he'd warned me about. A patient falling for her doctor. Nothing more than transference and proximity and loneliness. But as I looked at the photo again, at the way Vincent was looking at me in that moment, I couldn't convince myself it was nothing. It felt like everything.

"Report!" A grilled ceiling above the corridor violently exploded before the crackle of the radio. An avalanche of blinding blue ultraviolet rounds rained down from the darkness, ripping through the DOD operatives that were stacked outside my vault. Silas fell from the sky, landing in a tactical crouch. He did not hesitate, unleashed suppressing fire and forced Thorne to dive behind a concrete pillar. There was someone else with Silas.