Novelas y relatos de Empire Of Silence Series

The empire was still stitched together by silence. Silence could not hold forever.

Emily’s voice carried across every screen. Every device. Every corner of the city. “…ended the day he betrayed me.” Silence followed. But it wasn’t empty. It was heavy. Filled with attention. Judgment. Curiosity. Millions were watching. Waiting. Emily didn’t look away. Didn’t hesitate. “For a long time…” she continued, “I stayed quiet.” Her eyes didn’t leave the camera. “Because I thought silence was dignity.” A small pause. “I was wrong.”

I sighed in relief as the silence began to take hold. Humans wouldn't understand what silence truly was to a telepath or empath. It was agreed that silence was harder to achieve with an empath and furthermore when they found there someone quiet, they held on for dear life. They could sometimes get obsessive or even violent. I clicked play, not minding the sound of Kendrick Lamar's voice filling the void and blocking out my thoughts. I knew that Silas wouldn't hurt me but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't hurt him. Gosh, look what I did to Rachel.

The Spark Beneath Her Silence The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary was quiet in the early morning, not empty, but intentional. The halls pulsed with unspoken purpose, like a heart beating softly in prayer. Nova stood on the third floor of the archive library, her hand tracing the spine of a dusty book titled How Empires Remember. It was old, handwritten in places, and full of insights she’d read a dozen times, but today, it felt different. Something was shifting. In the air.

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.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

His eyes lock onto mine, stripped of their professional shield. "It's not torture," he says, the volume of his voice dropping dangerously low. "Then what is it?" He doesn't answer. He just stares at me until the silence becomes heavy, suffocating. The drive back to the villa is a vacuum of sound. Once we arrive, I don’t wait for him to open my door. I bolt inside and retreat to my room, leaning against the wood as the lock clicks. "Isabella." His voice comes from the hallway. "Open the door."

Clouded with a thick fog of apprehension and nervousness, Keira blurted a 'yes sir', to the owner of the voice, even before she could stop herself. Appalled and embarrassed by her impulsive response to his command, which everyone heard clearly, she pulled the door open and scurried out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I whispered, my voice a blade of ice. Silas looked down at me, surprise flickering in his gray eyes, but I didn't let go. I had just traded one war for another, and this time, I was fighting by the Ice King’s side—not because I trusted him, but because I was going to be the one to dismantle his empire from the inside, on my own terms.