Into The Silent Land Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

They sprinted toward the edge of the glass bridge and leapt into the blinding white light. The heat vanished, replaced by a cold so absolute it felt like a physical blow. They were standing in a vast, silent forest of crystalline trees. There were no animals, no wind, no sound. This was the "Silent Era," the moment before the first Wyrd had spoken the first word of power. Here, the "Anomalous Chord" was a deafening roar. “It’s too pure,” Emma gasped, clutching her ears. “The silence is trying to erase us!”

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves in a way that felt almost sinister. And underneath the sound of the wind, she could hear footsteps. Disjointed and uneven, those footsteps kept following behind her. She glanced around, and it was darkness everywhere. The shadows stretched long across the ground, as if something were lurking. Nissa felt a chill crawl up her spine. She quickened her pace. But just as she turned a corner, a gang of thugs closed in on her from behind. She froze, heart pounding, and stumbled backward a few steps. The leader, a man with dyed blond hair, rubbed his hands together with a greasy grin. "Hey, pretty girl. How about keeping us company tonight?"

The shame is immediately hotter than the fear. I clench my fists, straightening my spine and forcing my feet into the dirt. “Not a chance, enforcer. I don't run from paper tigers.” I slide into my own stance, the one Kael beat into me, my feet sinking slightly into the soft earth, eyes locked on hers. For a tense heartbeat, everything is utterly still—until the forest goes dead silent. Not quiet—dead. The insects stop chirping mid-song. The roar of the wind cuts off completely. The sudden, profound silence prickles at my skin like a thousand sharp pins, and Isla’s voice slices through my head, sharp and urgently desperate.

The next few times afterward pretty much did not affect him. The silence was the most terrifying part and the most painful part more painful as he'd wished for it to happen instead of enduring the silence. And here when he lost it. he hears their moans, screams, and cries. that was begging him to stop. Their screams tore through him like a great shard of glass. His eyes widened and his pulse quicken and his heart pounded no stop. The screams came again, desperate, terrified.

He said as a smile appeared on his face. "Did it help?" I asked as I tilted my head and stared at him. "Yeah, actually. I like this place because it's so calm and peaceful, it's soothing and relaxing. It makes me forget about my worries for a while. And nobody ever comes here, so it became my special hideout." "So, you've never brought anyone here except Bruno?" I asked slowly. "No. None of my friends or family knows about this place, not even Felix." "And you brought me here." I said, my voice barely above a whisper but knew he heard me.

Her voice suddenly grew hazy in his ears, his eyes unable to stray from Dylan's gaze in his direction. His legs couldn't take a step forward or move an inch as he stared back with mind going blank before he could get a full grasp of the situation. The voices screaming something he couldn't make out slowly got blocked out as he got swallowed by the darkness inside him. Not a sound, not a sight, just the emptiness swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but the repeated image of Dylan's core fizzling out for the next few minutes. "...le." "Kyle!" The echo infiltrated his head.