El Tigre Silencioso Novels & Stories

Leo scrunched Mage's skirt up, his fingers brushing her tanned bare skin. She gasps at the sensation, wrapping her hands around the steering wheel hard. "Leo, It's dangerous to tease me while I am driving." He smirked, pulling her skirt back down. "Maybe later then. You drive, I will do a little work." She smiled at him and together they drove in silence. The tension between the two extremely volatile.

Brandon stated. I KNEW IT!! Nobody can move that fast at a scene. Brad knows this area as he knows computers. Once he has his prey– he will strike. If he does get help, then everything will go smoother. “Holy shit, he’s a fucking genius. He is the ‘Silent Stalker,’ huh?”

Complicated things went in a special category. THE QUIET ONE. Also tall. Midnight eyes, that was the exact color, Landon had checked against his crayon box. He barely talked. When he talked it was short, like he was being careful with the words, like they were something you could run out of. He had stood slightly behind the other two in the hallway but Landon had the feeling he was actually the most dangerous. Animals that were very still were usually the most dangerous. He had learned that from a nature documentary.

"I'm the boss! She's mine! What do you want?" The arrival of the train officers finally signaled a glimmer of hope. Still, Tiger's aura made the two officers even more cautious. His face paled, the veins in his neck tensed, and his hands trembled with an almost inhuman fury. He didn't scream, only a dangerous silence. Tiger's choking began to block his airway. "Ack-ack…" "Sir, please calm down… let's talk things over." "Not until he says what I want to hear."

We're stuck pressed up against the walls, blind to what was going on outside. We were silent. The army went silent. Even Lord Tenebris stopped his monstrous ranting. Everyone went utterly quiet. Eerily so. All we could hear was the soft flapping and buzzing of his wings. Not knowing what was happening outside and the eerie quiet made my skin crawl. I want to shift back, but I don’t want to make even the smallest noise in doing so, because in this silence, even the ruffling of fur will be heard.

It was the scent of the Great Vault, and it was growing louder with every mile they climbed. Marcus and Silas sat in the rear, their weapons stripped and laid across their laps for a final cleaning. Silas was working on a heavy-caliber sniper rifle, his veteran fingers moving with a mechanical precision that showed no anxiety about the coming confrontation. Elias sat between them, his small face pressed against the side window, his silver eyes wide as he watched the massive snow fields drift past. He told Laila that the Song here was very clean. He said it didn't groan, and it didn't scream. It was a single, long note, like a glass bell being struck in an empty room. He said our father was s

I couldn't help but wonder if this was just another test of my loyalty to Matteo. Maybe he wanted to see how I would react towards Leo. Right now it didn't merely watch me from afar like it always does. Instead, it approached me, its massive form moving with an unexpected grace. Its eyes, once so intimidating, now held a certain curiosity. I felt a strange urge deep within me, an irresistible desire to reach out and touch the tiger's sleek, silver fur. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but then slowly extended my hand. To my astonishment, the tiger didn't growl or show any signs of aggression. It simply lowered its head, allowing me to stroke its fur.

The Lion Cornered Salvatore Marquez had always believed that silence was the most powerful weapon in a man’s arsenal. Words could betray, but silence? Silence turned into legend. He had built an empire out of unspoken rules, out of glances that promised death, out of loyalties bound by the fear of breaking silence. But Rico’s voice had shattered that silence. And now the whole city was staring at him.

The basement was cold, damp, and oppressive. Stephen brought me only one meal a day. At first, I was utterly terrified, so frightened that I forced my eyes open wide in the darkness, straining to see anything. When a rat scurried by, my heart pounded uncontrollably. As a mute, however, no matter how terrified I was, I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was curl up against the wall, clutching myself tightly and trembling as fear consumed me.

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.