End Of Silence Red Novels & Stories

Silas whispered, his voice a soft rasp. "Hear what, Silas?" "The silence," he replied. "It’s the best story I've ever heard." Silas closed his eyes, and the "Mate Bond" didn't break; it "Ascended." It became a "Frequency of Being" that the Gallery could never index, a final, unwritten sentence that resonated through the "Real World" and the "Gallery" alike. THE END. But as the screen fades to black for the final time, a single, glowing "Footnote" appears at the very bottom of the void.

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

​The victory over the Silence left the Ninth Core in a state of frantic, rhythmic operation. We couldn't stop the noise. Every time Harl tried to throttle down the primary pistons, the grey static began to bloom in the corners of the lower wards like a mold of non-existence. We were trapped in a symphony of survival; if the music stopped, the world ended.

No quiet correction or gentle redirect that could change what it meant. The silence she left behind wasn't empty. It was the sound of something finally, completely finished.

“This ends now.” ***

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

“Just come back.” Silas nodded once. “I will.” But as he turned, something in his chest cracked. Because he’d already started to wonder… What if he didn’t want to? Back in the present… That night, Silas stood at the edge of Red Moon’s southern line, mist curling around his boots. The woods were dead quiet. Too quiet. He glanced behind him. No one. Then he turned And saw eyes in the dark. Gold. Familiar. And furious. Because some instincts come from love…

“The Silence removes the fact that something occupies existence.” Elena looked at Commander Blackwood. “And Lucas reversed it.” “No.” Zero looked at Lucas. “He refused to accept the command.” Lucas whispered, “I wanted him back.” “And reality obeyed you.” Nobody spoke. The Silence moved toward Lucas. Elena raised the Crown. Golden energy surrounded her. “Enough.” The black figure stopped. Elena's voice shook, but she didn't lower her hand. “You don't touch him.” The Silence spoke. “He is mine.” “No.”

Dominik Silence descends, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of my own breathing. I’m still buried deep inside her, my body shuddering with the last violent tremors of my release, but the blinding haze of rage and lust has abruptly cleared, leaving behind a stark, chilling clarity.

“LUS.” The silence is different from every silence it has ever given her. Not the operational hush while it works. Not the careful quiet it keeps around Eli, Marcus, Jin, and the other people Maya loves while refusing to use the word. Not even the long, frayed gaps of the last weeks. Those silences always end. This one has no other side. No floor. No echo. It is the quiet of something reaching the end of its purpose and stopping. The way a sentence stops. The way LUS told her it will months ago, when she hated the word and treated disbelief as though it might function as an objection.