Into The Silent Land Mga Nobela at Kwento

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!

Both males sighed, knowing how annoyed Revilla was. As the team approached Viktor's hideout, they moved silently, each step calculated. The plan was to surround the building, cut off any possible escape routes, and then move in swiftly to apprehend Viktor. They knew the layout of the warehouse like the back of their hands, thanks to weeks of surveillance. Eryx signalled for them to take their positions. With night-vision goggles in place, they crept towards the entrance. Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Viktor’s men had spotted them. Shots rang out, and the silent night was filled with chaos.

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

I then went out. The loud, irritating giggles and soft mourns inside the minivan was what catch my ears as I approach it. I placed down the tank of oil. I could see Ten’s broad tattooed back facing straight at the window and his head underneath Sophie’s school skirt as Sophie lets out soft mourns. I rapidly pulled the front door open with my gun pointing straight at Ten’s sharp huge face. “Bitch” he said between his teeth with his red eyes staring straight at the gun’s barrel.

Shadows played across Tess's closed eyelids as the sounds of the party faded completely from her hearing. Then there was the sound of a door closing behind them. But still he didn’t lift his mouth from hers and she didn’t open her eyes. Awash with sensation, her sensory receptors were inundated with pleasure.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.

Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms. She was lost. “Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.

Only the calm of a storm that knows its strength. Then, softer, but no less deadly: “Whisper again, and I’ll turn your murmurs into your graves.” The silence that followed wasn’t brittle anymore. It was bent, forced under her weight. Even Silas didn’t speak. The chamber did not snap back to quiet so much as it folded — like a giant leaf closing on itself, the sound of wings and breath muted under the weight of something enormous and final. At first came the smallest noises: a throat cleared, a chair scraping as someone adjusted position to listen harder. Then, like a tide catching on a cliff, reactions spilled out.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

Into the dark. Into the snow. Into whatever waited at the end of that track. And as the wind and the rotors swallowed everything else, the last thing I heard clearly was Sienna's voice raw, furious, and terrified all at once screaming her sister's name into a sky that had no intention of answering her.