Empire Of Silence Series Novels & Stories

Stone threatened. Malcolm smirked, “You should know better that I hate being threatened.” With that, he walked out of the room, followed behind by his men who dragged the struggling Yolanda with them. She yelled out and watched in disappointment as her father stood like a statue, watching her being dragged away. In her next life, she wouldn’t dare anger this man. At the same time, the news of the Stone empire being involved in fraud and illegal smuggling was aired in every news station. The Stone empire was done for, all thanks to a small mistake.

Kim poked her tongue mischievously. Steve’s phone rang again disrupting the harmony of the environment. Steve was about to apologize and answer the phone when Emery snatched his phone and answered. “Hello” “His wife. May I ask who you are?” “Oh… I see. She said she doesn’t want to see you. Let me try talking to her.” “Lady do you know who I am?” “My official name is General Emery Thorne, but I also go by the name Silence. Do you know why?” Emery paused but continued before the other side could talk “People usually don’t talk once I’ve met with them.”

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?"

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.

Serafina POV My bodyguard, Madison, pulls a blindfold over my eyes. Her grip stays firm as she guides me down the steps, steadying me whenever I slip. She doesn’t say much, just enough to keep me moving until I’m inside the car. The location has changed. I can feel it. This isn’t the same mansion from the party. Fresh air. Different silence. I keep wondering which country I’m in. Definitely not France. No one speaks during the drive. Not a word. I try mapping it out in my head anyway: the distance, the turns, the time. About an hour, give or take.

Magnolia said softly, standing, circling him, “that people are more afraid of silence than screams?” She stopped behind him, placing her cool fingers against his scalp. “Especially men like you. You only trust women when they’re loud.” She leaned in. “I used to scream for hours. No one came.” Then, very suddenly, she withdrew. Not out of mercy—but boredom. She was already gone, her attention folding inward. Her expression unreadable, like marble cracked at the cheekbone. Emily Sinclair walked to the window and stared out at Houston’s skyline, bathed in orange smog and lights. Beneath it, something waited.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

They were claws. "See?" Julian whispered, floating beside her. "This is what you are. A Silencer. A Void-Witch." He smiled. It was a shark’s smile. "You aren't my mother. You are my food." He opened his mouth. It unhinged, revealing rows of needle-teeth. He lunged at her throat. Emily woke up screaming. But the scream didn't come out. Her throat was paralyzed by the drug. She lay there, mouth open in a silent shriek, tears streaming down her face into her ears.

She was a stranger with secrets that could topple empires. Silence was a weapon now. But as I gripped the edge of the marble table, my knuckles matching the white of the stone, I realized it was one I almost feared to wield. Because once you start using silence to destroy, you can never truly go back to the girl who used it to hide.

He didn’t answer. Enzo cracked his knuckles. Ricci stood silently in the corner like a shadow. I didn’t need to yell. Men like this? They were used to noise. They tuned it out. What got under their skin was silence; controlled stillness, patience. So, I let it hang. Ten seconds. Then twenty. The quiet pressed on him harder than a fist could. Finally, he shifted in his seat. The ropes creaked against the steel arms of the chair. “You think this’ll change anything?” he said. “Your little empire’s already bleeding.”