Empire Of Silence Book 2 Novels & Stories

I watched as they fell one by one, their blood staining the floors of the empire they dared to challenge. Sabrina was flawless, her movements precise and deadly. She had become everything I needed her to be. But even as we fought our way through the chaos, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The cracks in my empire were growing, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down. 45 SABRINA By the time the gunfire stopped, the building was quiet.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

“What exactly do you gain from silence?” I flinched. My fingers twisted the edge of the blanket nervously as Emily retreated further inside me. My fear took over again, dulling the spark of defiance that had tried to rise. His frame loomed, solid and unyielding, a stark reminder of the power gap between us. “Survival,” I whispered. The answer made his frown deepen, his wolf baring faint teeth inside those hard cerulean eyes. “And being silent is what’s kept you alive?” he murmured, mocking disbelief in his tone. “Tell me, Elara. How long before that silence just kills you instead?”

So full of brutality. She felt Garth Lu’s breath get very shaky behind her. “Don’t come any closer!” he roared, but his voice was thin echo of the intimidation she assumed he was trying for. “You’re already dead, Lu,” she whispered. Fingers seized her hair again, tugging her head up off the floor where she’d flattened herself. She didn’t need to be told where that gun she’d heard was pointing. She felt herself stop breathing. Behind her, Garth’s breaths only got faster and more frantic.

Anything that would kill her. After some time she was not crying rather she was silent, too silent even her breathing levelled up which was a good thing and Evan was relieved. But Aanya was anything but relieved, she knew her mind was on the loose without a grip. If she doesn't get a grip of it soon she knows her reckless mind was capable of convincing her to do many things. "How are you feeling, estrella?" She stayed silent. Evan realised she didn't want to talk. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"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.

I heard Zeke’s voice but it sounded so far away. How the hell did we even get into this fog? I cautiously walked ahead, worried I would fall off a cliff or something. “What’s your wish Empress?” A voice hissed in my ear. “Who’s there?” I questioned. “Tell me your wish.” I saw a dark figure in the fog. “Who are you?” “I am the Wishmaster. Tell me your wish, Empress.” “I um...I don’t have one. I’m good.” I stated. “Are you sure? Not one wish? Don’t you want Beta Penn to love you?” The figure asked.

Was it because… Wasn’t she enough anymore? The thought lingered, heavy and unwelcome. By the time she reached home, the silence greeted her first, cold, still, and Empty. She stepped inside slowly. The candles were still burning faintly. The steak had gone cold. The wine sat untouched. Everything remained exactly as she had left it, but something about it now felt different. At the hotel, she had been composed, controlled, and untouchable, but here… She just looked tired, quiet, and worn down. Aurelia walked to the table and sat. For a moment, she simply stared. Then she reached forward and relit the candles. Soft light flickered across her face. She closed her eyes and made a wish.

Emily didn’t move. But every nerve in her body— Was screaming. That voice. She knew it. Not by memory. Not by sound. But by instinct. Like something buried deep inside her— Had just been called awake. “…you remembered.” The whisper echoed again. Closer this time. Inside her head. Emily’s fingers twitched. Her breath hitched—just once. “Who’s there?” No answer. Only silence. But not empty silence. The kind that watched. Waited. Listened.

The man turned his head as if to listen, then kept walking. She stood and watched him go. For the first time in months, the thought crossed her mind: they might be close to finding what she hid. The child kicked, steady and untroubled. Elara put her palm on the small life and whispered, “Hold on.” Sophia tightened her hand on the radio. “We might have company,” she said, voice low. Elara felt the air in her chest tighten. A Victor Hale text would be cold. Outside, the night swallowed the man. Inside, two women held their breath.