Novel & Cerita Halo Silent Shadow

“Enough! Veronica! No one will utter Rosalie’s name in this house again. Not even your brother. Do I make myself clear?” “But, she’s your daughter as well!” The younger girl protested. “Do not raise your voice at me child.” Amala scolded her to silence. That silence drifted awkwardly through the air for a few seconds until Sinister cleared his throat. It wasn't long until the food was served. No matter what, I couldn’t eat. I gently placed my hand on Sinister’s lap and moved it up to the pocket of his jeans where his phone was. “Rebecca,” I whispered to him worriedly.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a deep, magnetic male voice sounded from behind me. "Hilda, could you step aside for a moment? I have a few things to say to Zoe." I turned my head and caught Norton staring at me. My heart raced to my throat, nervousness making me go weak in the knees and numb in my limbs. I dragged my feet and followed him to the corridor that led to the back door, a place rarely frequented by anyone. He leaned casually against the wall, his eyes scrutinizing me from head to toe. Then his gaze settled on my protruding belly, his melancholic light brown eyes brimming with intense disdain.

She nodded and got into the car not saying any word to the man. Immediately she entered, he drove off into the dark starless night. He didn't say any word to her throughout the drive and neither did she say any word to him. They were silent till he drove to a secluded area, the whole area was so serene she though maybe he'd come here to kill her. Consciously, she brought out her loaded shotgun, in case she needed to defend herself. "Here we're, My boss is in that house." He pointed to a cabin not far away from where he parked, that was when she noticed that there was actually some few houses around.

And Holden was the first to pull away. Not because he wanted distance. But because he heard something outside. Something wrong. THE SECOND MISDIRECTION BEGINS Holden rose silently and moved toward the darkened window, body coiled with an assassin’s precision. A shadow shifted in the treeline—small, swift, not human. A drone. Not military. Not corporate. Not government. Silas’s. It hovered low, almost playful, as if mocking him. A thin red light blinked from its underside—one pulse, then two, then—

“We are close to finding the truth.” “Are you that happy?” Elijah lifted a small smile when Shadow’s cheekbone lifted. Although Shadow didn’t take part in the brawl, she was wearing her sleeveless knee-length coat attached with a hoodie painted with a yellow and red snarl falcon logo at the back. Plus with the creepy smiling mask on the face. The majority of them didn’t know Shadow’s face and only the trusted members had the privilege to have seen one. “We are near the end. The useless territory dispute will end soon.”

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

"I can't bite them, Elara! They’re just civilians!" "They’re not civilians anymore!" Silas roared. He dived into the crowd, his obsidian form flickering in and out of the shadows. He didn't use his blades; he used his **Weight**. He knocked the Pilot-Tested humans aside with a shockwave of shadow-pressure, careful not to kill them but refusing to let them stop him. I charged the spire. The First Shadow met me halfway, his shadow-blade clashing against the violet-red shield I had projected around my arms.

The sensation of falling into a lightless void was a cold, rhythmic weightlessness that made Verina’s stomach turn, the central atrium of the Shadow Market had detached from its moorings like a severed limb, drifting downward into the jagged, unexplored trenches of the Atlantic, she clung to Silas’s sodden tuxedo shirt, her fingers locked into the fabric as the golden light from the obsidian ring pulse between them, providing the only illumination in a world of absolute, crushing darkness. The water around them was thick with silt and the iridescent violet blood of the "Archive" creature, but as the pressure outside the reinforced glass increased, the groaning of the steel ribs became a high

The air was thick with tension, the echoes of past betrayal lingering. They walked for what felt like hours, the moon their only guide, when they came across a group of Moon Shadow pack soldiers. A familiar figure stood amongst them, his face hard and unforgiving, his eyes burning with a cold intensity. It was Silas, a cabinet member of the Moon Shadow pack. Silas, seeing Zoe, his gaze sharpened and his lips curving into a cruel smile. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here, the treacherous Zoe, fleeing justice for her crimes.” His words were laced with malice, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Raise the anchor! Silent running! We have a blockade to run, and I suspect these two brought the whole damn Imperial Navy with them." The Nightshade was a ghost. Her sails were black silk, woven with shadow-magic to absorb light. Her hull was matte charcoal. She cut through the water with barely a ripple. They slipped out of the sea cave and into the open ocean just as the moon broke through the clouds. It was a trap. "Sails on the horizon!" the lookout screamed from the crow’s nest. "Starboard bow! Imperial Interceptor!" Vane swore, spinning the wheel. "Hard to port! Cut the engines! Sails only!"