Hush, Hush Novels & Stories

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Everything stops! Silence.

Her purple eyes slowly opened to see only a blurry indistinct silhouette, inspiring her fear. ["Hush; You don't deserve to Die"] •••

The silence after the Hush’s dissolution was different. It wasn't empty. It was full. The Geode's hum was a deep, contented purr, the crystals glowing with a steady, warm light that felt like approval. The family stood together, breathing in the restored peace. The children, sensing the shift, slowly let go of each other and began to tentatively explore again.

Thank you' Oh Shit.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

The sound of he shredded me, her gasp more pain than word, and I lost what little control I had left. Nyssa whispered the invitation—ragged, broken—and the hush drank it even as it opened the door. My rage thundered through the bond, wild, feral, vowing to rip apart whatever dared use her voice as a meal. The door yielded at once. A voice slithered out of the silence as I crossed, sly and amused: “Welcome to the Hush House, gargoyle. You reek of ash and desperation.” It named the place for me, as though gifting the title with mockery. My boots struck the stone steps like war drums, each one leaving a smear of ash. The air thickened, pulling at my lungs, trying to rob me as he had robbed her.

Run. Run. Run.

While whispering. “Nooooo!”

It whispered. It’s not over.